By ELIZABETH J. ROOK.
Children come skipping in, singing:
| "Here we come with our
Christmas dolls Christmas dolls, Christmas dolls, Here we come with our Christmas dolls, Wouldn't you like to see them?" |
(Tune—"Here We Go Round the Mulberry Bush.")
The children then form a semi-circle on the stage, and each one steps to the front as she gives her recitation, and then back to her place again.
First Child:
| This is my Christmas
dolly; Her name is French—Celeste; And of my many children, She is the very best. This dress, you see, is finest silk, Her shoes are dainty kid, And underneath this cunning hat Her pretty curls are hid. And do I love my precious doll? Well, I just guess I do (hugging it)! I'll love her even when she's old As well as while she's new. |
Second Child:
| When I awoke on Christmas
morn I jumped right out of bed, And ran into the nursery, And not a word I said, Until I saw my Christmas tree, And then I laughed in glee; For on it hung this pretty doll; I knew it was for me, And so I took it in my arms And kissed its lovely face. And then I said, "Now, dolly dear, I'm going to call you Grace." |