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Show SANTA ON THE WAY W. H. Nesbit. XCAN hear him singing faintly, As he urges on his deer, And his song is mellowed quaintly, As the measures strike the ear, But the lilt of it is jolly, And the words of it are gay; "Get the mistletoe and holly; I have started on the way." I can hear the hoof-beds thudding, As the snow is flung behind, ' While the laden sleight is scudding With the swiftness of the wind, And the echoes now are flinging Broken murmurs of the song, That old Santa Claus is singing While the reindeer speed along: "Little fellow, little fellow, While you sit and dream of me, And the marvel of the morning iff That shall show the wondrous tree, For your trust in all the fancies Of the shadow and the gleam, I am starting on my journey Down the highway of your dream." |