Dick. It's a whole year since we've seen him.
Father. I wonder if he's changed any.
Dot. Oh, I hope not.
Father. We all love Santa Claus, don't we? He makes us think of so many pleasant things. He always reminds me of——
| Father. | Holly! | } | All children [rushing out]: "Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas!" | |
| Mother. | Mistletoe! | } | ||
| Aunt. | Evergreen! | } | ||
| Dick | } | Sleds! | } | |
| Dot | } | } | ||
| John | } | Broomsticks! | } | |
| Mary | } | } |
Dick and Dot. Hurrah, hurrah! We're going to have a Christmas party, after all!
Father. I never was so surprised in all my life.
Mother. Nor the rest of us, either.
Children. Goody, goody! Santa Claus is coming!