[A rushing breeze sweeps through the nursery, as if the window were suddenly opened, and then closed. The heavy window curtains part, and Santa Claus appears.]
Santa Claus.
Well, children! Here I am! And here it seems are you!
[All make a rush for the good Saint, welcoming him, and preferring their several petitions: “O welcome, Santa Claus!... Here’s my stocking! Yonder’s mine! Mine are on my legs! Did you bring me a horse? A motor-car I asked for! Please give me a sword, cocked hat and uniform, also an army to command!... I want a doll! Oh, yes; a doll its eyes that opens, please! A silver thimble. Bow and arrow and a pair of dancing shoes!” etc., etc.]
Santa Claus.
One at a time! One at a time, I say!...
To each and all one only gift I bring:
The world!
All.
[Puzzled.] The world ... a Christmas present?