Then away we fly, for we may not remain,
But we leave you a storm for your Christmas.
REFRAIN
Oh, the sound of the wind is strange for to hear;
And the breath of the wind, it is cold and clear;
You'll hear us blow, as we fly thro' the air,
And we've brought you a storm for your Christmas.
[Footnote 1: To the tune "_D' ye ken John Peel?_"]
_As soon as the song is over, off run the Wind Fairies, making the
wind-noise as they go, which grows fainter and fainter as they get
further and further away, like this_
Z--Z--Z--z--z--z z--z--z z--z--z
Z--Z--Z--z--z--z z--z--z z--z--z
_When the sound of the wind has quite died away_, THE CHIMNEY
_opens one eye, and speaking slowly and sleepily, says:_ Look here,
Jack, something's going on in my inside. _He opens the other eye, and
his nose and mouth appear. He speaks more briskly_: It feels as
though there were something hot in there. Do you suppose those stupid
people in the house down below have forgotten all about Santa Claus, and
are lighting the fire on the hearth? I believe they are. I wish you'd
just climb up on my shoulder, and shout down to them to stop.
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