Santa Claus *** Santa ClausA Santa Claus Poem by Author Unknown He comes in the night! He comes in the night! He softly, silently comes;While the little brown heads on the pillows so whiteAre dreaming of bugles and drums.He cuts through the snow like a ship through the foam,While the white flakes around him whirl;Who tells him I know not, but he findeth the homeOf each good little boy and girl. His sleigh it is long, and deep, and wide;It will carry a host of things,While dozens of drums hang over the side,With the sticks sticking under the strings:And yet not the sound of a drum is heard,Not a bugle blast is blown,As he mounts to the chimney-top like a bird,And drops to the hearth like a stone.
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