Now you come to me and you say — “St. Nicholas, give me the White House.” — But you don’t ask with respect. You don’t offer friendship. You don’t even think to call me Santa. Instead, you come into my house on the day my savior is born, and you ask me to do treason, for money."
Now you come to me and you say — “St. Nicholas, give me the White House.” — But you don’t ask with respect. You don’t offer friendship. You don’t even think to call me Santa. Instead, you come into my house on the day my savior is born, and you ask me to do treason, for money."