불구의 산타크루스.A Defective Santa Claus, by James Whitcomb Riley
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START OF THE BOOK A DEFECTIVE SANTA CLAUS
A Defective Santa Claus .Allus when our Pa he's away
I' got to be away!―so all
In his high-chair; an' Etty she
Some cookin' in the ashes.―Say,
To git the salt, an'butter, too―
'Cause he's the little-est, you know,
An' your Pa, too, wuz chums, all through,
Like Trip, an' whimpers, it's a sign
'Bout forty-'leven bushels more
To make you kids a Chris'mus-call!"
We go nen to the old woodshed―
We'll all be hid where we can see!"
As cotton is, er snow at night!"
'Cause I hear Santy's voice outside!"
The candle's at Lee-Bob lit there!―
Say, as he's rollin', "Drat the fice't!"
An' tongs a-clankin'down k'thump!―
Asleep or waking, give him still
All on it―an' one hand's froze, too,
Till I wuz shore I shorely see
END OF TH EBOOK A DEFECTIVE SANTA CLAUS