Before wee Donald went to bed To Towser and to Puss he said, Softly, that no one else might hear, Whispering into each furry ear: "Towser! Puss! This very night A little man, dressed all in white, And with a monstrous great big pack Tied on his funny little back, Is coming down the chimney wide, Leaving his reindeer fast outside. He'll fill my stocking, top and toe, Then give a nod, and away he'll go! O dear, what wouldn't I give to see The saint that fills the Christmas tree! But all the grown-up folks have said That I must go right off to bed. But Towser! Puss! they'll let you stay After they all have gone away; So keep awake, my dears, and try The good St. Nicholas to spy. Find out for me, dears, if he looks Just like his pictures in the books; His eyes, and nose, and mouth, and cheeks, The things he does, the words he speaks, His sleighbells' jingle down the street, The stamping of the reindeers' feet, And everything you hear and see, Remember it, my dears, for me." And so our Donald goes to bed, With thoughts of Santa in his head, While Puss and Towser, by the fire, With eager eyes that never tire, And curious, attentive ears, Are watching till the saint appears. |