O welcome, welcome all!
Beeswax.
Where’s Santa Claus! Why tarries the good saint?
First Lob.
At midnight is he due! Hark! Even now
The old clock on the landing clears its throat
To strike!
[All listen. A clock in the house strikes twelve. Then there is heard a fanfare of elfin horns mingled with the cheery sound of approaching sleigh-bells.]
All.
[Delighted.] He comes! He comes, good Santa Claus!