St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-12-18

Wherever l travel my sleigh-bells must
jingle,
So I'll hand the South over to Brother Kris
Kringle.
There's China! The MongoIs will hail with
delight
A gift OF irecrackers, chopsticks and kite
And those straws-lInen dusters-such para
phernalia,
I'll get Brother Kringe to drop at Australia.
This Indian climates too sultry for me-
And Siberia, north. is still barren, see:
Those lands of the Crescent can 90 as they
are,
So I'll hurry to Russia and chat with the
Hello what's this scene of disease and star
walton?
The Russ on my words an unfortunate ma
ton!
To affection like this must sure put stop
And the best 1 can do is to send them crop.
Those lands lying west of the borders OF
Old Norway and Sweden, and Denmark, and
Prussia
Are managing fairly; but Hamburg's g
place
Too dirty to house q respectable race;
Still its poor little children cannot be with
Though L certainly wish they'd clean up and
be good.
ThOSn far SOuthnrn oountrinS ara ont of my
And Kris can take care of. so I'll take to
That trip DER the North seas decidedly dull.
And I'm glad that at last have landed at
Hull
This land I'm at home in. for never year
Passes England unfinished of Christmas
good cheer;
And good sort of folks, though some sin
ming prevails,
I IN know what to do with that rascal of
Wales
Here's Ireland-poor darliugl Her lot is a
sad one;
The provisional governments surely bad
one;
If those boys would stop quarreling and
playing the fool.
When she hung up her stocking I'd pop in
home rule
To the wafer again. and to Iceland l go
The dear little island of frost and of snow!
1 enjoy myself there every year as 1 ride,
And Mount Hecla's perfection in way of
slide.
A fl
And never q rest till reach the Azores;
A pause OF an instant, then westward, again.
To the Land of the Stars and the Stripes, and
of Men!
The fair land of liberty, beauty and grace
Thanks, Christie Columbo, for finding the
place
New York and its monuments! How many
more
Have they started to build since 1 got here
before?
lust TO give them hi Mt where they ought
not to stop.
II drop them a cap-stone to put on the
top.
Vow. here is Chicago, the Queen of the
West,
To preparing the worlds fair her work is ad-
dresst;
Tis the gift bestowed her on calling last
year.
Her energys perfect, but still I've fear
She's inclined to be selfish; her charges are
shocking,
And they're wearing great gaping hole in
her stocking.
All Here is sight to delight my old eyes
The Northwestern Gemini capture the prize,
The belle and the beau of terrestrial ball
Ny darling Twin Cities-fair Mime and
Paul!
The last time looked they were playing at
see-saW,
And fought for their birthright like Jacob
and Esau;
But now, since they're bent on reducing ex-
penses,
I suppose theyhave finished with taking the
census,
And Mime is gay in that water. power dress
She's bright, lovely girI-sweet enough to
caress
must LOOK up my best for her-my! what a
rose!
How she blushed at the thought of my men,
ton of hose!
What's this my brave Paul is engaged in, 1
wonder?
I'll examine him well to avoid any blunder
And see what mes at ere l reach decision
Why, he's turned all his schools into marts
of provision!
There's a chubby young urchin just Staggering
with pelf-
He's toting pumpkin as big as HIMSELF
And all the dear babes-twenty thousand. or
more
Bring large contributions to FIJI out the store
Those temples of learning appear, declare.
Like booths at vast agricultural fair
Now everthing's gathered, what next? Why,
in brief,
All is carted away to the General Relief
Such benevolence never was witnessed, I'm
sure.
For all of these goods are brought in for the
poor;
Those great rows of pumpkins to make into
pies;
Dear me- How those onions do water my
eyes!
Potatoes, and apples, and turkeys, and
chickens
How wish could write like my fr:end-Mr.
Dickensl
Well, the world has good children-I'lI visit
them all;
But I'll double my gifts when 1 get to st.
PAUL."