Her Santy Claus Letter

She wrote a note to Santy Claus

The queerest note that ever was;

‘Twas naught but scrawls and dots and rings,

But O, they meant so many things;

For little girls, strange to believe,

Want many thing on Christmas Eve.

She asked for dolls, all dressed in blue,

And red and pink and purple, too;

She asked for dogs and cats and toys

That walk themselves and make a noise;

She asked for candies, cakes and things,

And popcorn hung around on strings.

She sent her note to Santy Claus,

The queerest not that ever was.

Her papa mailed it early so

‘Twould surely off to Santa go.

‘Twas naught but scrawls and dots and rings,

But O, they meant so many things.

July 4, 1901