any improvement in holiday matters.

_Charlie_: You'll think me a baby to stick to the old style. I won't
venture an opinion at all.

_Tom_: Then we are agreed that of Santa Claus we have no need.

_John_: }
_Kate_: } Tis what we all concede.
_Harry_: }
_Maggie_: }

_(All sing to the tune_ of "_Maryland, My Maryland_.")

Old Santa Claus is such a bore,
Of him we've had too much and more;
Now what we want is something new,
But what is there for us to do?
A new St. Nick would be the thing,
Who would our Christmas presents bring.

(_Electric bell sounds, the door opens, and Mr. St. Nicholas comes on
the stage. He bows and takes off his hat_.)

_Mr. St. N_.: Good evening, young people! I see you are at your
old-time tricks of hanging up your stockings. This won't do. Don't you
know it's gone out of fashion? (_Goes toward fireplace; the boys rush
to protect their property_.)

_John_: Who are you, sir? And how dare you interfere with our fun?