Three ponies come, white as the snow;
A sleigh next appeared and a driver,
Oh! my heart beat so fast then—because,
As he drew up the reins at the door-step,
I found it was old Santa Claus.
Such shaking of hands and such greetings
I fear I shall nevermore see;
For every big doll in his wagon
Was looking and laughing at me.
“No minutes to lose,” said old Santa,