Old Father Christmas every one welcomes;
  I bring peace and happiness to all homes. 
  Away with the bad.  Have nothing but good. 
  Do what I tell you.  If only you would,
  You’d all live at one in true brotherhood. 
  I always brighten up all hearts.  The spell
  Of Christmas can all gloomy thoughts dispel. 
  My friends, right pleased am I to see you here. 
  How are you all?  Pray come again next year. 
  I hope you’ve liked the fun we’ve had to-night;
  If so, then now applaud with all your might.

J.A.  ATKINSON.

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=Mr. St. Nicholas.=

By ALICE M. KELLOGG.

(The characters are Old-fashioned Santa Claus, dressed in the traditional costume of fur, white beard, and a Christmas pack; Mr. St. Nicholas, in evening dress with silk hat; Dora, Katie, Maggie, and little Bess; Harry, Charlie, Tom, and John in ordinary school clothes.

The scene opens with a large fireplace arranged at the center of the platform, a dark curtain drawn before the opening to conceal Santa Claus.  The accompaniment to “Nancy Lee” is heard, and the eight children march in, carrying their stockings.)

  Oh, Christmas time has come again,
    Tra la la la, tra la la la;
  We welcome it with glad refrain,
    Tra la la la la la.

  Of all the happy holidays this year
  There’s none so joyous, none so dear,
  Then sing we all our song of festive glee,
  Of Santa Claus and Christmas tree.

Chorus.—­Oh, ring the bells, the merry Christmas bells, Their music all our pleasure tells. (Repeat, singing tra la la whenever necessary to give the rhythm.  They pause in groups in center, right, and left; some sit, others stand, and change their positions during the dialogue)

Harry:  Oh dear, the same old thing again this year, I suppose!  “Hang up the baby’s stocking, be sure you don’t forget.”

Charlie:  This baby’s stocking is the biggest bicycle hose I could buy. (Pins it at one side of the chimney.) I don’t think old Santa could miss it if he tried.

Dora:  I made mine to suit the occasion, for I hope Santa Claus will fit a zither into it. (Displays a large, fantastically shaped stocking of striking color, and fastens it beside Charlie’s.)

Harry:  You ought to take a prize, Dora, for designing the most—­ahem!—­unexpected-looking stocking.  Generous sized, too!  Here goes my contribution to the chimney. (Hangs up a sock.) It’s big enough to hold a coin of gold that will buy me a new bicycle.  I don’t care for any knick-knacks.

Katie:  I must confess that I’m rather tired of this old custom of hanging up our stockings on Christmas eve and crawling out of bed in the cold dawn to see what is in them.  I wish some one would invent a new way.