They kneel in their stalls on Christmas Eve.
"The red one, the white one, the speckled
and brown,
When the clock strikes twelve, will all kneel
down;
And it happens so every Christmas Eve,
—Well, I'll tell you this, if you won't believe:
"Once, ages and ages ago it was,
I thought I would see for myself, because
I doubted a little, just like you,