Them wise and great. Your toys we do not need.
Still, if there’s a children’s saint, indeed,
He might at Christmas time to us come round.
The tales these tell (pointing around) have quite a pleasant sound.
Children—
(Rush in pulling Santa Claus with them, two at each hand. Others may be with them to any desired number.)
Santa—
In every land the little children dwell,
And all of them are mine; I love them well.
Some call one day each year the Christmas day.