Dick Whittington
The Clerk of
The Weather
The Clerk of the Weather. Yes, I will vouch for that. The Man in the Moon is always beamy. And, Santa, just note how I send the rain on the just and unjust alike, although they all say there is no such person as I, and call the weather itself just a me-teor-o-log-i-cal phe-nom-e-non. No, Santa, do not mind a few chance remarks. Those children will know more by and by.
Dame Rumor. Santa, there are still hundreds and thousands who do believe in you; for I have heard children all over the world, talking of your loving-kindness. I myself always take pains to tell what you have brought to this one and that one.
Santa Claus. Dear friends, I have noted what you say and it really cheers me very much to find that I am not alone in being disbelieved in.
Mother Goose. Then you will forgive the children whom you overheard, Santa, and you will not desert the faithful ones who have always loved you?
Jennie. And you will not think of that sorrow again, and you will go down with the reindeer as usual and take those ten thousand dolls to the ten thousand good little girls?
Jack. Oh, forget it, Santa, and take down those horns and drums for the boys on that waiting list. Think of the fun those kiddies will have!