Reuben—That’s what you called it.
Patty—
I’se watching for Santa. I hope he’ll come soon.
’Cause every one’s ’sleep in this house except me.
He hasn’t come yet, for my stocking’s not filled,
I lit me a candle and crept down to see.
I’ll sit1 down and watch for him, here on the floor.
And tell him I need a new dolly to-night.
My eyes2 are so sleepy I just have to shut ’em,3
But4 I’ll keep awake to catch Santa, all right.5