Let’s tell Mother, and show her the book. Oh, it’s Christmas Day, and we’re made over new, Nell, and Hal, and Mother Goose’s children, too. We won’t slap, we won’t snap, And we’ll never, never scrap. It sounds as if we’re dreaming, but it’s true. Old Santa Claus must certainly be wise, For he knew we needed brand-new hands and eyes. While we slept, in he stepped, To our bedsides softly crept, And he made us over just for a surprise. Oh, we wish that we could tell him our delight, Over all the things that happened in the night— Tokens new for me and you, Mother Goose’s children, too! He’s remembered everybody most polite. Oh, Santa Claus has been a perfect dear, And we’d like to tell him so right in his ear. Jack,—and you,—and Boy Blue,— And the rest,—all know it’s true, And we’d hug him if we had him with us here.

Nell Monologue from St. Nicholas Book of Plays & Operettas

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