Micky—No go. Ye’ve got ter sing, Katie.
Katie—But I wasn’t ixpicting to do that same, and—
Pat—Niver moind the appollygies. Give ’em “Rory O-More,” Katy love. (Katy sings “Rory O’More,” or any preferred Irish song.)
Katie—And now fer the grand final choris! Iverrybuddy sing. (All sing any chosen Christmas Carol, old or new. At the end, Mr. Strauss, Elsie’s father, walks in.)
Mr. Strauss—A vine ghorus, dot! Dey dold me I should mine leetle Elsie find here.
Elsie—(springing into his arms) Mine fader! Oh, mine fader! How did you yourselluf find, aretty?
Mr. Strauss—Mine own leedle von! Und your mutter is died, dey zay.
Elsie—Ya, and you did lost yourselluf, and—
Mr. Strauss—I vos not loss, I vos seeck, so long dime mine head mitout, and could not the American talk remember. Mine uncle has died, Elsie, und I am a rich man, aretty.
Elsie—I was a rich girl, too, mine fader. See the grand Christmas tree we have on that corner. It is mine tree. Jimmy got it for me.