I fill them all, I fill them all;
With generous store I fill them all,
And creep off in the morning.
(Spoken.) For, bless the dear little rogues, they’re only half asleep. Wouldn’t they like to catch me! But no, no, I’m away up the chimney, and when morning comes I peep in, and hear them cry, “Why, who has been here, and left these beautiful presents?” Ah, ha! then I sing,—
Why, Santa Claus, the Christmas king,
Who every year doth gayly sing, &c.
(Children sing outside.)
We’re all dreaming, dream, dream, dreaming,
We’re all dreaming that Santa Claus has come.
Santa.