Salt Lake Telegram | 1923-12-25 | Page 7 | More Truth than Poetry

r 1 More Truth Than Poetry 11 I II J 4 I By JAMES J. J MONTAGUE t SANTA CLAUS Galloping galloping down from tho the Pole Over Oyer the iceberg and over the floe With his beard streaming out like a long furry stole And white as far drifted snow Hur Hurrying ing hurr hurrying ing into the town Then up on the roofs roots with a bound and anda a a leap With only the moon and the stars looking down And all of the world fast asleep asleep- asleep i Quietly quietly down through the flue As still as the mouse that is hid bid In the wall wall- Tarr Tarrying only an Instant or r two two two-i Then onward with leih reindeer eer and all Rushing flushing away with the wind lending speed Over the valley and over o the tho hill hIll hIll- Journeys like this must move swiftly Indeed There are millions of stockings to fill Lighter and and lighter tho the load of ot the sleigh As farmstead and village and city ity are passed Then back to tho the Polo at the dawning of ot day With the tho presents exhausted at last Snug Snuff in a cavern far up in the tho North Hidden away In the dim Arctic dawn Not for a year to come journeying forth forth- For Christmas Is over and gone But the world Is awake and the the houses aglow With shouting and laughter and gladness gladness' and light Though theres there's never a track in the new fallen snow To tell ten of tho the visit last lat night So may it be be through th the days of ot all time time time- The Tho galloping hoofs of ot the hurr hurrying Ing deer And the bells that so frostily happily chime Though theres there's never a person to hear