Anita, a little Italian girl, alone has faith in the coming of the good Saint. She is wandering around the ship when all of a sudden, much to her surprise, she hears a mysterious noise in a great big barrel, and who should jump out but little Jack Frost himself. Jack assures her that Santa Claus really is coming to visit the ship, and more than that, he is going to make an especial trip in an air ship! And this is little Anita's secret. The children all fall asleep, but Anita keeps watch for the mysterious aeroplane that will bring joy to every little heart in the steerage, and, sure enough, just a little before midnight Anita and Jack Frost look through a telescope and see the lights of the approaching air ship. Soon Santa Claus himself is on board, and such a time as he and Anita and jolly Jack Frost have in arranging a wonderful Christmas surprise for the children. As an especial favor the good Saint decides to awaken the children himself very early on Christmas morning. The clock strikes twelve and it is Christmas Day. The bells of merry Christmas are heard chiming in the distance, and Santa Claus and jolly Jack Frost hold a Christmas morning revel with the little immigrant children away down in the steerage of the big vessel. * * * * * SCENE: _The steerage of a large ocean-going vessel. Entrances R. and L. Boxes and barrels down L. Box down R. Large barrel up L.C., with_ JOLLY JACK FROST _concealed therein._ HULDA _is seated on a small stool down R., taking care of_ KLINKER _and_ SCHWILLIE WILLIE WINKUM, _who are standing near her._ MEENY _is seated down L. on a box; she is knitting a woolen stocking._ SERGIUS, PADDY MIKE, TOMASSO, YAKOB _and_ AH GOO _are playing leapfrog at C. of stage._ HANS, MIEZE, NEELDA _and_ SANO SAN _stand at rear._ BIDDY MARY _is seated near_ HULDA; _she is peeling potatoes. All sing._ OPENING SONG. [Music illustration: 1. The ship is sail-ing ver-y fast, We can't go out to play; But Christmas Day is com-ing soon, It is-n't far a-way. 2. We're sail-ing to A-mer-i-ca, So far a-cross the sea, We're hap-py lit-tle im-mi-grants, Our hearts are light and free. 3. We're hap-py lit-tle for-eign-ers, From far a-cross the way, But soon we will be cit-i-zens Of dear old U.S.A. Then clap, clap, clap to-geth-er, Clap, clap, a-way; The steer-age is a hap-py place-- Tomorrow's Christmas Day.] (_On the words "clap, clap, clap together," the children hold left hand horizontally in front of their chests, palm upward, raising the right hand and bringing it down on the left with a sharp clap._ _Sing the first verse seated around stage. On the first four lines of the second verse nod heads and smile at audience. On the line "We're happy little immigrants," each one points to chest, nods head and smiles broadly._