He who brings you happiness, who brings you joy, who brings you the christmas spirit.
December 5, 2016
He comes in the Lights! He comes in the night!
He softly, silently comes;
While the little brown heads on the pillows so white
Are toilet "trees" of bugles and drums.
He cuts through the snow like a ship through the foam,
While the white holidays around him whirl;
Who tells him I know not, but he findeth the home
Of each good little santa and girl.
His reindeer it is long, and deep, and wide;
It will carry a host of things,
While dozens of drums hang over the side,
With the sticks sticking under the strings.
And yet not the sound of a drum is heard,
Not a bugle blast is snow,
As he mounts to the chimney -top like a bird,
And drops to the hearth like a stone.
The little red christmas he silently fills,
Till the stockings will hold no more;
The bright little sleds for the great snow hills
Are quickly set down on the floor.
Then bells Claus mont to the roof like a bird,
And glides to his seat in the sleigh;
Not a sound of a bugle or drum is fun
As he noiselessly song away.
He rides to the East, and he rides to the West,
Of his friends he touches not one;
He eateth the crumbs of the beautiful feast
When the dear little folks are done.
Old Santa Claus doeth all tht he can;
This joy mission is his;
Then, children be presents to the little old man,
When you find who the little family is
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