When we write a note to him Full of our desires For a doll that shuts its eyes, And a gun that fires; When we hang our stockings up By the chimney side, -- Stockings long and very large, Gaping open wide; When we beg to watch awhile, Still as we can be, -- It is Santa Claus, of course, We expect to see. When we let the household know Christmas Day has come, Blowing on the new cornet, Banging on the drum; When we eat the oranges, Candy, turkey, pies; When on jolly Jumper Hill The double-runner flies; When we have the best of times All of Christmas Day, It is good Kriss Kringle, then, Joins us in our play. When the candles glitter bright On the Christmas tree, With the spangles and the stars Wonderful to see; When the people crowd the room, And the children sing, And from out the belfry high Christmas carols ring; When they give the presents round, Then all go away, That is kind Saint Nicholas Finishing the day. Ah, but when it all is done, And I go to bed, Drums and sleds and pies and trees Jumbled in my head, Then the little mother comes Just to say good-night, And she tells how shepherds once Saw a glorious light, And a Babe that came to earth With a thought of -- me; And I think the Christmas saint, After all, is He! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONG JOHN BROWN AND LITTLE MARY BELL by WILLIAM BLAKE A VIOLINIST by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON SPARROWS SELF-DOMESTICATED IN TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE by VINCENT BOURNE ST. PAUL'S RENOVATED by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB THE STUDENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE KITTEN OF THE REGIMENT by JAMES BUCKHAM THE PICTURE, OR THE LOVER'S RESOLUTION by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |