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The Voyage Of The Wee Red Cap
RUTH SAWYER DURAND It was the night of St. Stephen...

A Hymn On The Nativity Of My Saviour
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A Merry Christmas To You
THEODORE LEDYARD CUYLER My own boyhood was spent in ...

A Christmas Carol
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Cradle Hymn
ISAAC WATTS Hush, my dear, lie still and slu...

Old Father Christmas
J. H. EWING THE custom of Christmas-trees came fro...

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





Merry Christmas






ANON

In the rush of the merry morning,
When the red burns through the gray,
And the wintry world lies waiting
For the glory of the day;
Then we hear a fitful rushing
Just without upon the stair,
See two white phantoms coming,
Catch the gleam of sunny hair.

Are they Christmas fairies stealing
Rows of little socks to fill?
Are they angels floating hither
With their message of good-will?
What sweet spell are these elves weaving,
As like larks they chirp and sing?
Are these palms of peace from heaven
That these lovely spirits bring?

Rosy feet upon the threshold,
Eager faces peeping through,
With the first red ray of sunshine,
Chanting cherubs come in view;
Mistletoe and gleaming holly,
Symbols of a blessed day,
In their chubby hands they carry,
Streaming all along the way.

Well we know them, never weary
Of this innocent surprise;
Waiting, watching, listening always
With full hearts and tender eyes,
While our little household angels,
White and golden in the sun,
Greet us with the sweet old welcome,--
Merry Christmas, every one!





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