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Everett Elliott Santa Claus' Daughter: A Musical Christmas Burlesque in Two Acts

Santa Claus and Gussie come from behind throne.
Gus. Well now, that’s clevah, deucedly clevah!
Santa. Oh Gussie! Gussie! Would you add insult to injury by mocking a poor old man whose only daughter is about to break her father’s heart by becoming the wife of a potato-masher?
Gus. Pardon me, your majesty, but the potato-masher seems to have crushed us very successfully. He has quite a fetching way with the ladies too. I couldn’t have managed that little romance better myself.
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Everett Elliott Santa Claus' Daughter: A Musical Christmas Burlesque in Two Acts

Just as you please ladies, but it is your misfortune that you do not appreciate good music.
Kitty. Papa, that is a very pretty custom of yours, of every year giving presents to the children of mortals; so pretty indeed, that I wonder you have not tried it at home, that you have never given your daughter a Christmas present.
Santa. My dear child, it would be useless; the wealth of my kingdom is at your command; your every wish is gratified. What more could I give you than you already have?
Kitty. But surely, surely, there is something in the land of mortals which I have not.
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Everett Elliott Santa Claus' Daughter: A Musical Christmas Burlesque in Two Acts

Each day like the former a burden time hangs On your hands; life itself is a bore. With not even ambition to curl your bangs, And your mirrors with dust covered o’er, You would turn with disgust from a tailor-made gown, From diamonds, lace and all that, And in extreme cases one might even frown At a love or a duck of a hat.
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