Santa Claus

When Santa Claus Comes
A good time is coming,
I wish it were here,
The very best time
In the whole of the year;
I'm counting each day
On my fingers and thumbs--
The weeks that must pass
Before Santa Claus comes.
Then when the first snowflakes
Begin to come down,
And the wind whistles sharp
And the branches are brown,
I'll not mind the cold,
Though my fingers it numbs,
For it brings the time nearer
When Santa Claus comes.
SANTA'S NEW IDEA
Said Santa Claus One winter's night,
‘I really think it's only right That gifts should have a little say
‘Bout where they'll be on Christmas Day.'
So then and there He called the toys
Intended for good girls and boys, And when they'd settled down to hear,
He made his plan for them quite clear.

These were his words:
‘Soon now,' he said,
‘You'll all be speeding off with me To being the Christmas joy and cheer
To little ones both far and near.
‘Here's my idea, It seems but fair
That you should each one have a share In choosing homes where you will stay
On and after Christmas Day.
‘Now the next weeks Before we go
Over the miles of glistening snow Find out the tots that you like best
And think much nicer than the rest.'
The toys called out ‘Hurrah! Hurrah! So, children dear, When you do see
What fun to live always and play With folks we choose – they'll surely be
Selected very carefully.'
Your toys in socks or on a tree, You'll know in all the world ‘twas you
They wanted to be given to.





















