Sly Santa Claus



All the house was asleep,

And the fire burning low,

When, from far up the chimney,

Came down a Ho! ho!

And a little, round man,

With a terrible scratching,

Dropped into the room

With a wink that was catching.

Yes, down he came, bumping,

And thumping, and jumping,

And picki
g himself up without sign

of a bruise!

Ho! ho! he kept on,

As if bursting with cheer.

Good children, gay children,

Glad children, see here!

I have brought you fine dolls,

And gay trumpets, and rings,

Noah's arks, and bright skates,

And a host of good things!

I have brought a whole sackful,

A packful, a hackful!

Come hither, come hither, come hither

and choose!

Ho! ho! What is this?

Why, they all are asleep!

But their stockings are up,

And my presents will keep!

So, in with the candies,

The books, and the toys;

All the goodies I have

For the good girls and boys.

I'll ram them, and jam them,

And slam them, and cram them;

All the stockings will hold while the

tired youngsters snooze.

All the while his round shoulders

Kept ducking and ducking;

And his little, fat fingers

Kept tucking and tucking;

Until every stocking

Bulged out, on the wall,

As if it were bursting,

And ready to fall.

And then, all at once,

With a whisk and a whistle,

And twisting himself

Like a tough bit of gristle,

He bounced up again,

Like the down of a thistle,

And nothing was left but the prints of his shoes.