Drops down the chimneys?
All. Why, old Santa Claus!
Santa. Bless me! how bright and nice these children are!
Each eye doth sparkle like the evening star.
Now, then, suppose I were that ancient sprite,
What would you ask, to give you most delight?
Child 1. I'd have a sled.
Child 2. A doll.
Child 3. A kite for me.
Child 4. Something still better.