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Mr Bluff's Experiences Of Holidays
Oliver Bell Bunce "i Hate Holidays," Said Bachelor Bluff...

The Angels
William Drummond Run, Shepherds, Run Where Bethleh...

A Christmas Insurrection
Anne P.l. Field In The Hush Of A Shivery Christmas...

Christmas Song
Lydia A.c. Ward Why Do Bells For Christmas Ring? ...

Is There A Santa Claus?
_the Following, Reprinted From The Editorial Page Of The New ...

A Christmas Song
Tudor Jenks When Mother-love Makes All Things Brig...

Carol
O Child Of Mary's Tender Care! O Little Child So Pur...

Stand And Wait
I. Christmas Eve. "they've Come! They've Come!" Th...

ADDITIONAL PIECES




Christmas Carol
Listen, lordings, unto me, a tale I will you tell; Which, as on this night of glee, in David's town befell. Joseph came from Nazareth with Mary, that sweet maid; Weary were they nigh to death, and f...

A Christmas Insurrection
ANNE P.L. FIELD In the hush of a shivery Christmas-tide dawn Sing hey! sing ho! heigho! Three small frozen figures hung stiff and forlorn Sing hey! sing ho! heigho! Three dim ghostly...

The Night After Christmas
ANNE P.L. FIELD Twas the night after Christmas in Santa-Claus land And to rest from his labors St. Nicholas planned. The reindeer were turned out to pasture and all The ten thousand assistant...

When The Stars Of Morning Sang
ANNE P.L. FIELD When the stars of morning sang Long ago, Sweet the air with music rang Through the snow, There beside the mother mild Slept the blessed Christmas child,-- ...

A Prayer At Bethlehem
ANNE P.L. FIELD O pulsing earth with heart athrill With infinite creative will! O watchful shepherds in whose eyes Sweet hopes and promises arise! O angel-host whose chanting choir ...

The Christmas Fires
ANNE P.L. FIELD The Christmas fires brightly gleam And dance among the holly boughs, The Christmas pudding's spicy steam With fragrance fills the house, While merry grows each friend...

Carol
O Child of Mary's tender care! O little Child so pure and fair! Cradled within the manger hay On that divine first Christmas day! The hopes of every age and race Are centered in Thy radian...

The Mother
ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER All day her watch had lasted on the plateau above the town. And now the sun slanted low over the dull, blue sheen of the western sea, playing changingly with the angular mountain which ros...