XVIII.—SANTA CLAUS.
O, clap, clap the hands,
And sing out with glee
For Christmas is coming
And merry are we!
Now swift o’er the snow
The tiny reindeer
Are trotting and bringing
Good Santa Claus near.
Our stockings we’ll hang,
And while we’re asleep
Then down through the chimney
Will Santa Claus creep.