human
Dear Annie, is oo fast asleep?
gpt
Why, no, brother Willie, a sweet voice replies,
human
I've tried it in vain, but I can't shut my eyes; For somehow, it makes me so sorry because Dear papa has said there is no Santa Claus; Now we know there is, and it can't be denied, For he came every year before mamma died; But then I've been thinking that she used to pray, And God would hear everything mamma would say; And perhaps she asked him to send Santa Claus here With the sacks full of presents he brought every year.
gpt
Well, why tant we pray dest as mamma did then, And ask Him to send him with presents aden?
human
I've been thinking so, too, and, without a word more, Four little bare feet bounded out on the floor, And four little knees the soft carpet pressed, And two tiny hands were clasped close to each breast.
gpt
Now, Willie, you know we must firmly believe That the presents we ask for we're sure to receive; You must wait just as still till I say the 'Amen,' And by that you will know that your turn has come then. Dear Jesus, look down on my brother and me. And grant as the favor we are asking of Thee! I want a wax dolly, a tea-set and ring, And an ebony work-box that shuts with a spring. Bless papa, dear Jesus, and cause him to see That Santa Claus loves us far better than he; Don't let him get fretful and angry again At dear brother Willie, and Annie, Amen!
human
Peas Desus 'et Santa Taus tum down to-night, And bing us some pesents before it is 'ight; I want he should div me a nice ittle sed, With bight, shiny unners, and all painted yed; A box full of tandy, a book and a toy-- Amen--and then Desus, I'll be a dood boy.