The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1899-12-24
A TOAST TO SANTA CLAUS.

written for the Benevolent Society, by
Mrs. A. G. Crucel.
Here's to merry old Santa Claus.
With his beard OF icicles and his hair OF
snow,
With his reindeer from the far north pole
And his trapplngs of jewels and silver and
gold.
A Jolly old myth is Santa Claus.
Breasting the storm as it howls and roars,
Fearlessly riding the feathery snowflake
And laughing in glee as he soars-as he
soars.
Away and away DER mountain and hill,
Down into the valley, then up and away
O'er ocean and IakeIet, DER river and rill,
q whera will he light who can say-who can
say?
How long has this Dazzling old Santa claGa
been living?
Can any one guess? oh, yes, OH yes.
lie has lived since the first little child Vas
born;
He has lived since the stars sang tosether
ct mora"
And he Will live. no matter how or when.
Some way or other In the hearts OF men.
His broad red face all aglow with smiles.
merry light in his kind old eyes;
We can hear already the sleigh bells tinkle
As santa Claus comes with his Jungle,
jingle.
We know you, Santa Claus; have known
you long;
Famed in story and legend and song.
Already you've left your home in the north
Acd are coming to US in the sunny SOUTH
VOC are bringing rich gifts-your sleigh is
piled high
syou think Of your treasures you smile on
4Ihc sly.
Tho patron saint of the old and the young,
How much good cheer o'er the world have
you tung?
With your arms chuck full OF story books,
With your piles of toys and tops and hoops
For the rich little girls and rich little boys =
What heaps of candy, what joys. what Joys.
They know you never pass them by.
No matter how high your sleigh may hy,
You will drive low down to the chimney
tops,
Then ali of sudden to the hearth you'll
drop;
And inding the stockings hung all in a row
You will stealthiIy step on your very tip-toe
And filing each with some beautiful
thing,
You will muttIe your bells lest they ring
lest they ring.
Then carefully looking to left and right.
You prepare in hot haste for your chimney
ward fight:
Then you smile as on top OF the houses yol
tread.
AS YOU think of the little ones snug in thei
beds.
How happy they II be when they find you'v,
been there,
So free from all sorrow free from all care
For rich little girls and rich little boys,
There always toys. there are always Joys
They nev er even have to thank Santa Claui
For all OF his many-his many gew-gaws;
For tom he always brings some hing that's
NICE
But does be ever stop to think that too mucl
giving to the rich is vice?
Old Santa, old Santa. have yon never beer
ch;ded
For being one sided. for being one sided.
Haven't YOU piled up one side
Till the thing is one sided?
Haven't you given fuel in places wher,
there's already fre2
Haven't you piled up the wood pile hfghe
and higher?
Haven't you spread on the table that groan
ed with good cheer?
Haven't you forgotten the poor widow
tear, sidows tear?
Haven't you driven Gaily your mettle
sreeds.
Leaving the wind behind in your speedg
Havsn'6 you been thinking been thinkin
o. the rich who will greet you,
Forgetting, forgetting The poor who VII
meet you
with out-stretched hands and lips blu
with SORROW
Knowing not where their NEAR Is to com
from tomorrow?
Your goods are SO handsome. your good
fine.
'Tis eea a pity to east such pearls befor
swine"
'rwcre pity your dawny pillows so soft
Should prop up aching head in loft.
'Twere pity-a pity, your silks and you
furs,
Should be worn by such ours, should b
worn by such ours
As vou meet in the attic, as you meet in tn
Where Ger You meet him, poor fellow. poe
felIrw.
No Santa Claus comes to his dismal abode
No santa Claus helps him TO bear his grei
Toad
OF SORROW and care-of sorrow and care.