  If Santa Claus forgets to come, I don't know what I'll do; I 'spect I'll get as bad as some An' cry a little, too; I wrote an' told him plain as day What he should buy an' bring; An' if he don't, I'll always say That he's a mean old thing! I want a drum to pound all day Fer ev'ry passin' crowd; A punchin'-bag an' foot-ball,—say, An' gun that shoots out loud; I'd like to have a pony, too, An' big dog fer a chum; Dear me, I don't know what I'll do If Santa Claus don't come! I'll hang my stockin's anyway! They won't hold half enough, But I'll jes' write a note, an' say The place to leave the stuff! I'll jump in bed at candle-light, An' act both deaf an' dumb! But 'twill be awful here tonight If Santa Claus don't come! Of course, he may not have to spare Jes' ev'ry thing I lack, An' yet I hope he'll leave me there 'Bout all a boy can pack; I'll not be very glum; But oh! I don't know what I'll do If Santa Claus don't come! |
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