Nan. You'll catch it when he does come!
Lucy (confidently). He's coming pretty soon, I guess.
Tommy. I ain't afraid of any Santa Claus. No reindeer could go flying over house-tops. Now, I leave it to you, could they? Deers and cows and horses and that kind of animals ain't made to fly. 'Tain't reasonable. Santa Claus! I tell you there ain't any. There never was and never will be. He's just a big, old—
Nan. Delicious, delightful—
Tommy. Deceitful, de-mol-al-iz-ing Fraud!
Lucy (sleepily). Dear old Santa Claus! When he comes I'll just give him a great big hug (nodding). I love good old Santa Claus. We love him (dreamily), don't we, Nannie? but Tommy says—Tommy he says—
Mary (soothingly). Never mind what Tommy says, darling.
[Sings softly.]
| "He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work |
| And filled all the stockings—" |
Tommy. That's a likely story!