On Christmas Eve he always comes this way,
For through this quiet wood he likes to ride,
To reach the villages on either side.
Queen.
Pray run and call him, Jack! He’ll surely know
These little folk, and tell them where to go.
[Jack and Elves run off, Left. Shouts and a loud “Whoa!” are heard outside, and then Santa, enters, with a triumphant escort, and comes to front.]
Santa. [Bowing to Queen, while the children peep out
from behind her, in great excitement.]
Greetings, Your Majesty! I understand