In Santa Land
A poem of Christmas fancies
By Father John R. Green
Shown with his blessing
In Santa Land, the candy canes stand,
In rows on the marshmallow hill;
While dancing below, the sugar plums glow,
On the banks of the lemonade rill.
Pink dollies wave, and merrily behave,
At Ole King Coles' parade;
Down Boy Blue Street, comes marching feet,
Of the chocolate soldier brigade.
Dwelling in Santa Land, are elves from Fairyland,
And the children of Mother Goose;
Who love sleigh bells, and deers with short tails,
And the call of the gay bull moose.
Feasting on honey, near the dancing bunny,
Romp teddy bears at play;
While bugle and bell, in the red fairy dell,
Will sound where the sleeping sheep lay.
The yellow lions roar, when silver planes soar,
O'er the chocolate cherry forest.
By the light of the moon, the dish and the spoon,
Cheer for the Mother Goose chorus.
Happy little elves, merrily enjoy themselves,
In Santa's workshop so bright;
Fashioning pretty toys, for charming girls and boys,
Dreaming of a Christmas morning delight.
Then o'er ice-snow, on skate or wing-flow,
Glide Santa's helpers asinging;
As soon as the moon, spins a frolicsome tune,
Gifts for Santa's sleigh, they'll be bringing.
While dogs wink, and bright stars blink,
As Santa opens his mail;
Eight reindeers prance, and begin their dance,
In delight o'er their Christmas Eve sail.
Elves in a gay ring, merrily dance and sing,
As they pile Santa's sleigh high;
With wagons and sleds, speedy trains and doll beds,
And drums that boom to the sky.
From storyland joy, companion of toy,
Tales of Goldilocks a'stray;
Santa calls loudly, for books so proudly,
Will ride at the head of the sleigh.
From shelves near the fountain, on story book mountain,
Elves fly with fancy and rhyme;
Young Peter Pan, and the Ginger Bread Man,
For Christmas cheer and bedtime.
Santa Checking List
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Checking his list, Santa calls with a twist
For elephants and tigers and monkeys;
Who, from out of the jungle, with many a bungle,
Roar and screech past the donkeys.
Melodys for childland, from music box and toyband,
Santa has records to spin;
Of singing polly and her kettle,
and dancing Hansel and Gretel,
Attuned to trumpets and violin.
Hot chocolate and plum pudding,
a treat before air-footing,
The sleigh is ready to rise;
Oh, Santa Land's a gayland, and Santa is a jolly man,
Whose laugh is heard in the skies.
Then o'er the Arctic runaway, with fanfare and funaway,
Dash Santa's deers so proud;
Soon in the air, above the North Pole fair,
The sleigh is seen in a cloud.
The Moon waxes bright, while stars wave in delight,
Cheering their yuletide guest;
While music of Heaven-Birth, is echoed from the earth
And Santa is warmly blest.
Sailing to the East, a skyway feast,
Then blazing high to the West;
After spinning South, to the Green River's mouth,
The jolly party will rest.
Husky little boys, dream of Christmas joys,
Of footballs and sailboats and skates;
While small dimpled girls, in pink and in curls,
Await pretty dolls and tea plates.
Near the willow lake, in a blue garden brake,
Lies a pink house in slumber;
Down the chimney with glee, quickly lighting the tree,
Led by horned Blitzen and Blumner.
Stockings are filled, and toys are spilled,
Then Santa flies to the North;
Over all the world, are his tokens unfurled,
In the homes where Christmas goes forth.
