OW, I have caught you Santa Claus,
Kriss Kringle or St. Nicholas,
And you must tell me, tell me true,
Which of these names best pleases you?”
“O-ho! my pretty little maid,
I’ll answer true, O-ho!” he said.
Copyrighted, 1897.
Y wife, she often calls me hub,
And, strange to you, sometimes just bub,
No doubt you think me six feet, four,
And that I weigh a ton or more,
But when at home I’m rather small,
Not near so large nor half so tall
As when I visit girls and boys
And load them down with pretty toys.”
Copyrighted, 1897.