Glimpses of life denial

Santa Claus in Holland
Now children, listen to my tale—it's true;
When Santa Claus to Holland—
—looks 'round for a shoe

He finds it near the chimney, wide
Where you a stocking hang;
And when the house is still and dark
Old Santa, with a bang

Comes tumbling down into the room
—Hans and Gretchen lie
And looks 'round for the wooden shoes;
As soon as they meet his eye

If Gretchen's words have gentle been
All through the long year past;
If Hans had been a—boy
Then Santa Claus will cast

Into each little wooden shoe
Knives, marbles, dolls, and toys;
For don't you see, he knows
What pleases girls and boys

But if their words have angry been
With quarrels not a few
Ah, then old Santa leaves a whip
Within each wooden shoe!

So little Hans and Gretchen tr- Hans and Gretchen try
To be so good and kind
So they shall never in their shoes
A whip, on Christmas, find

—power, and the—

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—dear
For Christ, once born in Bethlehem
Is living now and here
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News on morning
Good news, O children fair
That Christ came to Bethlehem

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