Come, Christmas dreams, from Fairyland!
Come, at the beckoning of my wand.
'Tis Christmas Eve, so bring with you
Bright holly-berries and mistletoe, too.
I. Now first we have, all full of glee,
A youth well known to you and me.
His fondest hopes have now become
Reality—he's found a plum!
Tableau: Jack Horner.
II. Dear Santa Claus we've always known,
But Mrs. Santa, full of fun,
Helps her good husband every year,
Or else he'd never get done, I fear.
Tableau: Mrs. Santa Claus.
III. When Santa Claus was young and gay,
And full of fun, like boys to-day,
He learned that youth's the key to joy,
And so, you see, he's still a boy.
Tableau: When Santa Claus was young.
IV. This little lad, with happy smile,
Of toys and candies has a pile.
Good Santa filled his stocking, so—
A Merry Christmas he has, I know.
Tableau: "Merry Christmas."
V. But there are children not far away,
Who scarce know the meaning of Christmas Day.
O share with these, ye whose plenteous store
Can fill a dozen homes or more.
Tableau: "No Christmas."