Pen: I’ll say my last poem for you. I just wrote it on my box lid. It is what a little boy said at a Christmas entertainment and it’s about you.
Mrs. Santa: Say it for us, Pen.
Pen [Recites]:
Last Christmas eve, at twelve o’clock—
I know ’twas very shocking—
I tried to see dear Santa Claus,
The while he filled my stocking.
I hid within the chimney nook
And chuckled with elation
To think how Santa’d be surprised