To travel Christmas eve,
I tell you now, I think next day
The little folks would grieve.
There wouldn’t be a single toy,
A single box or book,
And not a bit of candy in
Their stockings when they’d look.
Because, you see, Kriss Kringle has
A “corner” on these things,
‘Tis he, and he alone, who in
The night our presents brings.
Then let us all try to avert
This sad catastrophe,
And hope Kriss Kringle may at least
Remember you and me.