Chorus, etc.

  5th Pupil.—­My mamma’s stocking I will hang,
    ’Twill so much better hold
  A tea-set for my dolly dear,
    All painted round with gold;
  And dishes can’t be squeezed, you know,
    That’s what I’ve oft been told.

  Chorus, etc.

  6th Pupil.—­And I don’t know just what to do,
    Because I want, you see,
  A hobby-horse that is so high,—­
    Now tell me, can it be,
  Are stockings ever made so big
    That one can hold all of me?

  Chorus, etc.

  All sing.—­All we children love to hang
  Stockings o’er the fireplace,
    Wondering how our gifts can come
  Nice and clean from such a place.

  Chorus.—­Tra la la la, etc.

  Santa Claus is loved by all
    Folks who are as big as we,
  And for long before he comes
    We can only sing for glee.

  Chorus.—­Tra la la la, etc

(When the chorus is partly sung, the leaders of the march lead to opposite sides, others fall in line forward, pass in front to rear along sides, pass at rear end to seats.  Continue to repeat the chorus till all are seated.)

* * * * *

=Christmas Children.=

By M. NORA BOYLAN.

    (An acrostic for the primary grade.  Each child wears a large
    gilt star around his neck.  As he begins to speak, he turns it
    over, showing his letter on the reverse side.)

  All:  Happy children here we stand. 
    Bringing words of love;
  For on this glad Christmas day
    Christ came from above.

  First child:  C is for the Christ Who came
    To this lowly earth.

  Second child:  H is for the harps that rang
    At our Saviour’s birth.

  Third child:  R is for the ringing bells,
    Telling Christmas-tide.

  Fourth child:  I is for the crystal ice
    Where we go to slide.

  Fifth child:  S is for the schoolboy’s sled
    When he coasting goes.

  Sixth child:  T is for poor Tommy Jones—­
    Jack Frost bit his nose.

  Seventh child:  M is for the merry part
    Of this Christmas day,

  Eighth child:  A is for the apple pies
    Grandma put away.

  Ninth child:  S is for old Santa Claus,
    Coming here to-night. 
  Hope he’ll wait till nearly morn,
    So it will be light.

  All:  Yes, we’re happy children nine,
    And to each we’re true,
  Three cheers for jolly Santa Claus,
    A happy day to you.

* * * * *

=Santa Claus.=

By W.S.C.

    (A letter exercise for ten very small children.  Let each child
    present placard bearing the letter as he recites his line.  At
    the close, all shut their eyes and screw them up very tight.)