(They creep up behind Santa Claus and toss the sand in his face. He yawns again.)
Second Imp. I think he's almost asleep now. Here are two dreams in the dream-bag. Let's open them.
First Imp. Look out there, clumsy, you're spilling them!
Second Imp. They were so light I couldn't help it. The fairy powder is flying all around the room. It's filling the air so that I can't see. Are you afraid?
First Imp. Of course not. There's nothing to be afraid of. Listen! Some one is coming.
(As the light grows dim, soft, slow music is heard, and the Lollipop appears at the R. of the stage and moves slowly across to the L., in time to the music.)
Second Imp (whispering). That looks like one of those red-headed lollipops that Santa Claus made to put in the children's stockings. Do you s'pose that one has escaped from the box?
First Imp. I don't think it's a real lollipop. Maybe it's only a dream. See! It's vanishing away.
(The Lollipop disappears. Santa Claus stirs in his sleep, while the music, slightly louder, changes to a livelier tune. The Ice-Cream Cone enters through the R. door and crosses the stage dancing a jig.)
Second Imp. Oh, how funny! What is it?