What Santa Calls Him
When Santa asked me for my name, down at the store, I said:
"My papa calls me Sorrel-top because my hair is red;
But grandpa calls me Skeezicks; my mamma calls me Joy;
And grandma calls me Bub sometimes; I call myself a Boy."
Then Santa smiled, took off my cap, and looked at me and said:
"I understand it all, my boy, and I shall call you Red."
When Santa asked me for my name, down at the store, I said:
"My papa calls me Sorrel-top because my hair is red;
But grandpa calls me Skeezicks; my mamma calls me Joy;
And grandma calls me Bub sometimes; I call myself a Boy."
Then Santa smiled, took off my cap, and looked at me and said:
"I understand it all, my boy, and I shall call you Red."
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