Open quotation I DON’T believe that Santa Claus will come to you and me,” * * * * * I don’t know if by chimney or if by stair he crept, But sure enough he visited the room where Nelly slept. He brought a golden orange, and a monkey red and blue, That climbed a little wooden stick in a way I couldn’t do. He hung them in Nell’s stocking, and Nan was right, be sure, That Santa Claus loves every one however rich or poor. |