Who Is It?

Now, children, there's somebody coming,
So try to think sharply and well;
And, when I get through with my story,
just see if his name you can tell.

His hair is as white as a snow-drift;
But then he is not very old.
His coat is of fur at this season;
The weather, you know, is so cold.

He'll bring all the children a present,
The rich, and, I hope, too, the poor.
Some say that he comes down the chimney;
I think he comes in the door.

His coat is all stuffed full of candy,
While all sorts of beautiful toys
You'll see sticking out of his pockets,
For girls just as well as for boys.

For girls he has dolls, muffs, and pictures;
For boys he has skates, or a sled;
And some little boys I can tell of,
Who will take horses with them to bed.

And presents he brings for the mothers
And fathers and aunts with the rest;
But most he will bring for the children,
Because he likes little folks best.

I think you will know when you see him,
He's dressed up so funny and queer;
And then you'll hear every one shouting,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS
AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

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