hem each a slice.

[Illustration: SPREADING. [index finger of one hand on flat palm of
other hand]]

[Music: MAKING BUTTER.

EMILIE POULSSON.

C.C. ROESKE.

1. Skim, skim, skim,
With the skimmer bright;
Take the rich and yellow cream,
Leave the milk so white.]

2. Churn, churn, churn,
Now 'tis churning day;
Till the cream to butter turn
Dasher must not stay.

3. Press, press, press;
All the milk must be
From the golden butter now
Pressed out carefully.

4. Pat, pat, pat,
Make it smooth and round.
See! the roll of butter's done--
Won't you buy a pound?

5. Taste, oh! taste,
This is very nice.
Spread it on the children's bread,
Give them each a slice.

[Illustration: XVIII. SANTA CLAUS.]

XVIII.--SANTA CLAUS.

O, clap, clap the hands,
And sing out with glee
For Christmas is coming
And merry are we!

[Illustration: CLAPPING

THROUGH THE FIRST AND LAST VERSES.]

Now swift o'er the snow
The tiny reindeer
Are trotting and bringing
Good Santa Claus near.

[Illustration: PAIR OF REINDEER [fingers of both hands downward,
thumbs interlaced]

IN SECOND AND FOURTH VERSES.]

Our stockings we'll hang,
And while we're asleep
Then down through the chimney
Will Santa Claus creep.

[Illustration: STOCKINGS. [four fingers hanging downward]]

[Illustration: DOWN THE CHIMNEY. [one fist on top of the other]]

[Illustration: SANTA CLAUS. [fist with thumb extended upward]]

He'll empty his pack,
Then up he will come
And, calling his reindeer,
Will haste away home.

[Illustration: UP HE WILL COME. [one fist on top of the other with
thumb extended upward]]

Then clap, clap the hands!
And sing out with glee,
For Christmas is coming
And merry are we!

[Music: SANTA CLAUS.

EMILIE POULSSON.

CORNELIA C. ROESKE.

1. O, clap, clap the hands,
And sing out with glee!
For Christmas is coming and merry are we!
Now swift o'er the snow
The tiny reindeer
Are trotting and bringing
Good Santa Claus near.

2. O, clap, clap the hands,
And sing out with glee!
For Christmas is coming and merry are we!
Our stockings we'll hang,
And while we're asleep
Then down thro' the chimney
Will Santa Claus creep.

3. O, clap, clap the hands,
And sing out with glee!
For Christmas is coming and merry are we!
He'll empty his pack,
Then up he will come
And callin