Saturday, September 2, 2017

Santa Claus's Scout

Santa Claus's Scout
by Eunice Ward.

On Christmas Eve, when lights are dim,
But eager eyes with excitement shine,
The Sandman steals from the chimney-place,
And glancing round, makes a backward sign.

He dips his hand in his pouch of sand,
The silver grains flinging far and white;
And listens, then, for the drowsy sighs
That come when eyes under lashes hide.

He softly tiptoes from crib to crib,
And sifts the sand in a tiny heap;
Then up the chimney he gaily calls,
"Come, Santa Claus, they are sound asleep!"

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