A Christmas Wish

A Christmas Wish

R. K. Munkittrick in Woman's Home Companion.

I WISH that good old Santa

Would travel like a show

And to his tent of playthings

For nothing let me go,

And take along my stockings

To fill in laughing glee

With all the things he fondly

Hangs on the Christmas tree.

I'd see the pasteboard camel

Wink at the kangaroo;

I'd see the china wombat

And quagga chase the gnu;

I'd see the rubber ostrich

Serenely wink his eye

To see the monkey capture

The peanut on the fly.

And then I'd see old Santa

With all his books of rimes

I'd grab him by the whiskers

And kiss him fifty times

And on his back go riding

Beneath the fairy dome

And with a lot of playthings

Go running gaily home.

 'Tis then I think old Santa

Should up and go away

And in some other village

Put up his tent next day

And then go on still farther

And farther still and still

To let all lovely children

Their great big stockings fill.

 'Twould then be always Christmas,

All musical with joy

And bending tree and turkey

And hobbyhorse and toy,

For while upon his travels

Old Santa'd scatter cheer;

He'd make a Christmas somewhere

Each day throughout the year.