Anita. But you are not the real, real truly Santa Claus. He is an old, old man. A leetla fat old man with white-a hair just like-a the snow, and a long, white-a beard.
Jack Frost. Ho, you must be thinking of my daddy.
Anita. Your daddy? Is Santa Claus your daddy?
Jack Frost. Sure, he is. I'm Jack Frost Santa Claus, Jr. Most folks call me Jolly Jack Frost. The little fat man with the white beard is my father.
Anita (astonished). Why, I didn't know Santa Claus had any leetla boys.
Jack Frost. Sure, he has. Who do you think takes care of the reindeer, and who waters the doll-tree and picks the dolls?
Anita. Picks the dolls? Do the dolls grow on trees?
Jack Frost. Yes, indeed, right next door to the taffy cottage, down Chocolate Lane. I take care of the marble bushes and the popgun trees. You just ought to see our wonderful gardens.
Anita. Oh, I'd love to see them.
Jack Frost. We've got a Teddy-bear garden, and a tool garden, and a furniture garden, and a game garden, and a candy garden, though most of the candy comes from mines.