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Toinette And The Elves
SUSAN COOLIDGE THE winter's sun was nearing the ho...

The Christmas Silence
MARGARET DELAND Hushed are the pigeons cooin...

The Queerest Christmas
GRACE MARGARET GALLAHER BETTY stood at her door, g...

How Christmas Came To The Santa Maria Flats
ELIA W. PEATTIE THERE were twenty-six flat childre...

A Christmas Hymn
ANON Written in the Chapel of the Manger, in the...

Christmas On Big Rattle
THEODORE GOODRIDGE ROBERTS ARCHER sat by the rude ...

The Waits
MARGARET DELAND At the break of Christmas Da...





Christmas Bells






JOHN KEBLE

Wake me to-night, my mother dear,
That I may hear
The Christmas Bells, so soft and clear,
To high and low glad tidings tell,
How God the Father loved us well;
How God the Eternal Son
Came to undo what we had done.





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