Santa, dear Santa, how did you come down
Through the dark chimney so sooty and brown,
With your pack on your back and your pockets so full?
Santa, dear Santa, how did you come down?
We waited so long your sleigh-bells to hear,
We wanted so much to see vour Reindeer;
But we were so sleepy we went to dreamland
And, Santa, dear Santa, we dreamed you were here;
"With hair that was white and eyes that were blue,"
In a coat made of fur just like this one too.
Surely, dear Santa, it must have been you;
Santa, dear Santa, it must have been you.
A Greeting to Santa Claus
A Fictional Short Story by
Agnes Taylor Ketchum & Ida M. Jorgensen
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