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CHRISTMAS MORNING
Herbert McBean Johnston
December Canada Monthly
[The Welland Telegraph, 3 December 1912] 
Wake up! Wake up!
I say, wee tad.
Drop your crib and tell your dad
Who came last night
With his reindeer.
Do you think Santa Claus was here?
Run to the hearth
In your bare feet,
Tell me, who left those candies sweet
And that great orange,
Round and fat;
Tell me-did Santa Claus do that?
The Noah’s Ark.
Those lettered blocks,
The timid bunny-see, he walks
When you just press
The rubber ball.
And whence, I wonder, came that doll?
Who brought that engine
And that drum?
And that gay top- my, hear it hum!
Who weighted down
Beneath his pack,
Found our home lay right on his track?
That stocking packed,
Those wonders bright-
What good old Saint was here last night
To leave his treasure
Trove so rare?
No Santa Claus! Ah who would dare?
What! Shatter faith
And bare the truth!
Would you? I’d not do that forscoth!
No! Santa paused
Here on his way
To help make Christmas “Children’s Day!”
Love the poem and the painting. Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas Koko and thank you. B
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