If Santa Claus should come to-night,
What shall he bring my baby bright,—
What treasure for my boy?” I said.
Then he named this little toy,
While in his round and mournful eyes
There came a look of sweet surprise,
That spake his quiet, trustful joy.
And as he lisped his evening prayer,
He asked the boon with childish grace,
Then, toddling to the chimney-place,