Children. Yes, yes, Father Time, December is the
king.
Father Time. And you have chosen well, for this
is the month of love, and love is always king. Herald!
Herald. Yes, your reverence, I am here,
your reverence.
Father Time. Go bid my other children come and
greet their rightful king.
[Herald goes out.]
[The others return and passing before December salute him with low bows and curtsies, forming two circles about him. When all have come they dance about December, singing—“Hail, Old Father Christmas.” Modern Music Series, First Book.]