Mrs. Santa: I’m so glad Santa was firm.
Santa: Before we go let’s sing one song together—a good old Christmas song.
Tree and Toys: All right.
All sing—
Air: SLEEP, BABY, SLEEP
1—Blow, cold winds, blow
Across the drifting snow.
The Christmas bells chime sweet and clear
Like fairy music to the ear,
Blow, cold winds, blow.