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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416926" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Who Santy-Claus Wuz</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jes' a little bit o' feller--I remember still--<br>Ust to almost cry fer Christmas, like a youngster will.<br>Fourth o' July's nothin' to it!--New Year's ain't a smell!<br>Easter-Sunday--Circus-day--jes' all dead in the shell!<br>Lawzy, though! at night, you know, to set around an' hear<br>The old folks work the story off about the sledge an' deer,<br>An' 'Santy' skootin' round the roof, all wrapt in fur an' fuzz--<br>Long afore<br>I knowed who<br>'Santy-Claus' wuz!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ust to wait, an' set up late, a week er two ahead;<br>Couldn't hardly keep awake, ner wouldn't go to bed;<br>Kittle stewin' on the fire, an' Mother settin' here<br>Darnin' socks, an' rockin' in the skreeky rockin'-cheer;<br>Pap gap', an' wonder where it wuz the money went,<br>An' quar'l with his frosted heels, an' spill his liniment;<br>An' me a-dreamin' sleigh-bells when the clock 'ud whir an' buzz,<br>Long afore<br>I knowed who<br>'Santy-Claus' wuz!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Size the fire-place up an' figger how 'Ole Santy' could<br>Manage to come down the chimbly, like they said he would;<br>Wisht 'at I could hide an' see him--wunderd what he'd say<br>Ef he ketched a feller layin' fer him thataway!<br>But I _bet_ on him, an' _liked_ him, same as ef he had<br>Turned to pat me on the back an' say, 'Look here, my lad,<br>Here's my pack,--jes' he'p yourse'f, like all good boys does!'<br>Long afore<br>I knowed who<br>'Santy-Claus' wuz!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wisht that yarn was true about him, as it 'peared to be--<br>Truth made out o' lies like that-un's good enough fer me!--<br>Wisht I still wuz so confidin' I could jes' go wild<br>Over hangin' up my stockin's, like the little child<br>Climbin' in my lap to-night, an' beggin' me to tell<br>'Bout them reindeers, and 'Old Santy' that she loves so well<br>I'm half sorry fer this little-girl-sweetheart of his--<br>Long afore<br>She knows who<br>'Santy-Claus' is!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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Ust to almost cry fer Christmas, like a youngster will.
Fourth o' July's nothin' to it!--New Year's ain't a smell!
Easter-Sunday--Circus-day--jes' all dead in the shell!
Lawzy, though! at night, you ..."></div>
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