  Baby’s face is in a glow, Baby’s eyes are bright Oh, would you the reason know? Santa comes to-night. Santa Claus of whom she’s heard, Heard but never met; Santa Claus—a magic word, With what joy beset. Baby’s heart is beating fast, Beating with delight; “Here is Santa; come at last!” Is the darling right? Papa’s feet are at the door Papa’s arms are wide, Precious kisses, gems galore, Sweetest gifts provide. Baby journeys off to rest, Cuddled close and warm In the arms she loves the best, Safe from every storm. And she has the strangest dream Seeing Santa stand, Chirping to his reindeer team, Trophies in his hand. But the wondrous part is this:— Santa’s face appears Just like one she loves to kiss, Wreathed in smiles and tears. Brightest visions come to bless Baby’s waking eyes, And her very looks confess All her glad surprise. |
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