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Show I: His First Ckristmas j ; Earle HooLer Eaton ;j tlH 111: ') ING up the fole and telephone Without a moment's pause, Or by the wireless make it known To dear old Sma Clans, That Papa's Boy and Mama's Joy, And Sister's Precious Mite, While glad bells flung will gaily hang His slocking up tonighll "Tingling! Ting-ling! Hello, hello! Is that you Sunta, dear? Be sure your reindeer hear your 'Whoa'l When you are pussing here. What's that? You'll come and bring a drum, A jumping-jack and ball. And other toys jor little boys? Dear Saint, you're best of all!" "l is Christmas morn, and to his shop Old Santa homeward flies; 'Vis live o'clock, but open pop The baby's roguish eyes. We're dead for sleep, but out we creep, And dress at once to gel What Santa kind, has left behind For Toddlekins. our pet. From Hole to Hole there's surely not A babe more pleased than he. And hoiv he crows, the happy tot. And gurgles in his glee. The jumping-inck. the ducks thai quack. The drum, the horns, the ball. The chicks thiu peep, the horse, the sheep. He tries to eat them all! On this his first glad Christmas lark, The toys with blocks he pelts. He makes old l'nnh wish the Ark Had landed somewhere else! A soldier blue he breaks in two, ' A puncture gives the drum, He fills ihe air with legs and hair, And then he sucks his thumb! The Sand-Man's surely come to town. And soft is mutver's lap; Clear up the wreck and snuggle down, Tis time to take a nap. Then rock-a-bye. close each blue eye, Rest, my darling, rest! (He's fast asleep, with baby sheep Hugged tisht against his breast!) Western Newspaper Union. I |
