Santa Claus Hides In The Phonograph

Do you know who I am? Just get. Why, you've heard of me every Christmas. Who is it you say? Hush. Close all the doors. And I'm old, say the door. As you find me hiding it in this photograph.

Or I'm right here inside. Well, I'll tell you all about it if you'll give me your word that you won't listen to a soul. You'll also see pictures of with these great big white swisters halfway down to the bloody red sheets and his jolly old smile.

Well, I don't look like that just now, and I'll tell you why. All night long, I've been signing in and out of chimney, leading toys and the candies and all such wonderful presents for all the little folks.

My twisters are full of suits, and my beautiful red robe, with its trimming of white, is as black as black can be. I didn't want you to see me looking like that. So when I heard you coming, I hid in this phonograph.

But I must see off now, for I still have a few presents for some little friends of mine. Let me speak. Here is a toy theme boat, and a toy callyo, and a little toy piano.

And now I wish you all a merry Christmas and a happy new year. But before I leave, I'm going to sing for you my favorite song. Did you ever hear Sarah Clark sing? Well, you're going to hear him now.

Gingle bells, get inside his trip, get inside his trip, but bye everybody. Good bye children.