Alice—Oh, it isn’t our Santa at all!
Clanty—
Not Santa, but Clanty, who lives in a shanty,
And makes pretty presents for all.
He’ll find in the box, who loud on it knocks,
There’s something for great and for small.
Ecila—Have you something for earth children too, Clanty dear?
Clanty—
There’s something to please all, within. Never fear.
Come, Marg, you’re the biggest, so you first shall knock,