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An’ comes right down the chimbly flue an’ leaves ’ist what you needs.

My! he’s excited w’en I told him that! An’ afterwurds

He said they never had no toys at Overseer Bird’s.

I’m fallin’ pretty near asleep w’en Billy Peeble said:

“Sh-sh! What’s that noise?” An’ w’en he spoke I set right up in bed

Till sure enough I heard it in the parlor down below,

An’ Billy Peeble, he set up an’ ’en he said: “Le’s go!” So we got up an’ sneaked down stairs, an’ both of us could see ’At it was surely Santa Claus, ’ist like Ma said he’d be; But he must heard us comin’ down, because he stopped an’ said: “You, Henry Blake an’ William Peeble, go right back to bed!”

My goodness, we was awful scairt! An’ both of us was pale,

An’ Billy Peeble said up stairs: “My! Ain’t he ’ist a whale!”

We didn’t hardly dare to talk and got back into bed

An’ Billy pulled the counterpane clear up above his head,

An’ in the mornin’ w’en we looked down on the flour-sacks,

W’y sure enough we saw the soot where he had made his tracks,