Eskimo girl: 

    I’m a little Eskimo girl,
      I live in the land of ice,
    We never saw a Christmas tree
      Nor fruits and candies nice;
    But we run races o’er the snow,
      Beneath the big, bright moon,
    And from this far away ice-land,
      I’ve brought you a nice bone spoon. 
    My father hunts all through the day
      For reindeer, seal, and bear,
    And sends away in ships so strong
      These furs so rich and rare,
    And fish, and birds, and whales, you know,
      I’ve seen them many a time,
    And here’s a pretty fur for you
      That came from the arctic clime.

    (Eskimo girl offers presents and steps to one side.  American
    girl turns and places presents on the boughs beside her.  Enter
    Indian girl.)

Indian girl: 

    I’m a little Indian girl,
      I live in the far Northwest,
    In the land of the Dakotas,
      In the land I love the best. 
    I’ve brought a nice bead-basket,
      I made it all.  You see

    I know about your Christmas
      A happy day to thee. 
    And here’s an arrow-head for you,
      And a piece of pottery queer,
    And here are herbs for medicine good,
      To make you strong, my dear.

    We children shoot and fish and hunt
      Just as our fathers do,
    The whole wide forest is our home: 
      It feeds and clothes us, too.

    (Steps aside.  Enter Chinese girl.)

Chinese girl: 

    I’m a little Chinese girl,
      They say I’ve almond eyes,
    I live in a boat, on a river we float,
      And often eat rice and rat pies.

    And here is a bamboo basket,
      Filled with choicest tea,
    I picked and dried it all myself
      It comes from Ken See Lee. (Bows low.)

    With us we have no Christmas,
      No presents nor a tree;
    But there in the boat, I made this toy,
      This, too, comes from Ken See Lee.

    (Chinese girl bows low and takes a seat on low stool in front
    of American girl.  Enter African girl.)

African girl: 

    I’m a dark little African girl,
      I live in a forest land,
    With kinky curls and jet black eyes,
      I watch the elephant band.

    My father hunts these animals,
      From one of them I bring
    An elephant’s tusk to you, my friend,
      ’Twill make you a pretty ring.

    And here is ebony wood for you,
      A cocoanut from the palm,
    And dates to eat, so very sweet,
      All from our African farm.

    (Offers presents, which American girl hangs on the boughs. 
    African girl steps to her left.  Enter Arabian girl.)

Arabian girl: 

    I’m a little Arabian girl,
      I live in a desert land,
    In tents on the plain so hot and dry,
      And I play on the burning sand;