NOTE.

A large proportion of the material in this collection was contributed to The School Journal.  It is distinguished from other selections by the author’s name following directly after the title.

Christmas Entertainments.

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=Time for Santa Claus.=

By M. Nora Boylan.

    (To be sung to the tune of “Ta-ra-ra, boom-de-ay.”)

  Now’s the time for Santa Claus;
  Christmas comes with loud huzzas. 
  Hark! the bells!  Oh, hear them ring! 
  Ting-a-ling-ling ting-a-ling.

Cho.—­Ting-a-ling-ling ting-a-ling, Ting-a-ling-ling ting-a-ling, Ting-a-ling-ling ting-a-ling, Ting-a-ling-ling ting-a-ling.

  See his prancing reindeer brave,
  Hear him tell them to behave—­
  Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen,
  Comet, Cupid, Donder, Blitzen.—­Chorus.

  Yes, hurrah for Santa Claus! 
  Blow the trumpets, shout huzzas! 
  We’ll be happy while we sing—­
  Ting-a-ling-ling ting-a-ling.—­Chorus.

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=Santa Claus is Coming.=

By Maud L. Betts.

    (To be sung to the tune of “Marching thro Georgia.”)

  Santa Claus is coming—­we shall welcome him with glee;
  He’ll hang a gift for every one upon the Christmas-tree;
  He’ll not forget a single child.  How happy we shall be;
      For Santa Claus is coming.

  Chorus—­
  Hurrah! hurrah! for Christmas time is near;
  Hurrah! hurrah! the time to all so dear;
  We all shall hang our stockings up when Christmas eve is here. 
      For Santa Claus is coming.

  But we must remember all that we must do our part;
  Christmas is the time of times, to give with all our heart
  We must always share our joys with those who have no part,
      When Santa Claus is coming.

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=Old Santa Claus.=

By M. Nora Boylan.

    (To be sung to the tune of “Yankee Doodle.”  The verses may
    be given by a single voice, with the chorus by the school, or
    selected voices on the platform.)

  Old Santa Claus is a jolly man
    Who brings us lots of toys, sir;
  And none are happier Christmas time
    Than little girls and boys, sir.

  Have you not seen our Santa Claus,
    With hair so snowy white, sir? 
  Just hang your stocking Christmas eve,—­
    He’ll come that very night, sir.

  And if you watch, perhaps you’ll see
    This friend in furs hid deep, sir. 
  But I have never seen him once—­
    I’m always fast asleep, sir.

  Chorus—­Santa Claus is jolly, sir;
    Santa Claus is kind, sir;
  Santa Claus on Christmas eve
    Comes riding on the wind, sir.