Lucy. Santa Claus, please love Tommy again.
Santa Claus (heartily). Well, well, well! I want to forgive him badly enough, and for your sakes I will. But, mind you this, Tommy, my lad, I must have your true allegiance from this time forth.
Tommy. Oh, good Santa Claus, I promise it truly, truly! Honor bright! Hope to die!
Santa Claus. I believe you, my lad. There, there. Give me your hand. I want to be good friends with every child in the whole happy world on the glad Christmas day. Now, we'll try again. (He draws out the strap, etc., from Tommy's stocking, and deftly inserts in their places skates, books, etc.) Ah, the magic stocking opens to receive gifts for a loyal child. Here go the skates, and the boys' own Swiss Family Robinson. (Searches his pack.) Aha, this tool-chest evidently belongs here, and this big horn, with a jolly toot in it (tries it), and, ah, yes, a whole menagerie of candy pigs and elephants and monkeys, and not a pepper drop in the lot. (Tommy looks on in delight, and the children hug each other gleefully.) Now, bless your sweet hearts, I must be going. Here I am, delaying as if there were not hundreds of stockings to be filled before daylight. (Kisses little Lucy.) Good-night, my precious one. Good-night, my darlings, and a merry, merry Christmas to you all!
[Santa Claus gathers up his pack, straps it upon his shoulders, and departs.]
[Song, with soft accompaniment of sleigh-bells.]
Hurrah for the merry Christmas-time,
And the jolly Christmas cheer,
And the reindeer sleigh when it comes this way,
And brings old Santa Claus dear.
Hurrah and hurrah!
For the merry Christmas-time, and the happy Christmas cheer!
Hurrah and hurrah!
For our Santa Claus so dear!
[Softly.]
Hurrah and hurrah!
For the merry Christmas-time, and the happy Christmas cheer!
Hurrah and hurrah!
For our Santa Claus so dear!