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Christmas Eve. See the children's hoppy faces, Sitting in the firelight bright, As they whisper to each other, Santa Clans ! He comes to-night "I shall watch for him," says Maggie,. See him with his load of toys, That they say he always carries, For the little girls and boys. But it proves too hard a struggle, Santa Clans smiles merrily, At the dreamy, sleeping faces; And remains a mystery.