"Our Santa Claus," cried Bettie,
"Is nice as any other;
He brought the nicest present
To me and to my mother.
"It was--oh, you can't guess it--
A darling little brother.
He kicks and cries, and shuts his eyes,
And he's sweet enough to eat.
"I'd rather have my baby brother
Than dolls or candy--so would my mother."