And filled with consternation.
But, later, Santa was amused,
’Twas he who did the peeping.
I never saw how Santa looked,
Alas, he found me sleeping.
Santa: Ha! Ha! They never catch old Santa napping. Every year some child tries to see me fill his stocking but it’s no use. It can’t be done.
Pen: You can see for yourself, Santa, that you need some one like me with you all the time. If I can write verses like that think how beautifully I could answer the millions of letters you get every year from the children all over the world. You need me Santa. Don’t think of sending me away.
Santa: Well, Pen I’ve answered letters without you for a great many years, but perhaps you are right.
Mrs. Santa: Santa, be firm, be firm.