It's 'be a good boy, Willie,' <br /> And it's 'run away and play, <br />For Santa Claus is coming <br /> With his reindeer and his sleigh.' <br />It's 'mind what mother tells you, <br /> And it's 'put away your toys, <br />For Santa Claus is coming <br /> To the good girls and the boys.' <br />Ho, Santa Claus is coming, there is Christmas in the air, <br />And little girls and little boys are good now everywhere. <br /> <br />World-wide the little fellows <br /> Now are sweetly saying 'please,' <br />And 'thank you,' and 'excuse me, <br /> And those little pleasantries <br />That good children are supposed to <br /> When there's company to hear; <br />And it's just as plain as can be <br /> That the Christmas time is near. <br />Ho, it's just as plain as can be that old Santa's on his way, <br />For there are no little children that are really bad to-day. <br /> <br />And when evening shadows lengthen, <br /> Every little curly head <br />Now is ready, aye, and willing <br /> To be tucked away in bed; <br />Not one begs to stay up longer, <br /> Not one even sheds a tear; <br />Ho, the goodness of the children <br /> Is a sign that Santa's near. <br />It's wonderful, the goodness of the little tots to-day, <br />When they know that good old Santa has begun to pack his sleigh.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/signs-36/
