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

ROSE TERRY COOKE Here comes old Father Chris...

The First New England Christmas
G. L. STONE AND M. G. FICKETT IT WAS a warm and pl...

Christmas Dreams
CHRISTOPHER NORTH To-morrow is Merry Christmas; and ...

The Trail Through The Forest
Two years had passed, to a day, almost to an hour, si...

Is There A Santa Claus?
_The following, reprinted from the editorial page of th...

A Story Of The Christ-child
A German legend for Christmas Eve as told by ELIZABE...

New Prince New Pomp


Behold a simple, tender Babe,
In freezing winter night,
In homely manger trembling lies;
Alas! a piteous sight.

The inns are full; no man will yield
This little Pilgrim bed;
But forced he is with silly beasts
In crib to shroud his head.

Despise him not for lying there;
First what he is inquire:
An Orient pearl is often found
In depth of dirty mire.

Weigh not his crib, his wooden dish,
Nor beasts that by him feed;
Weigh not his mother's poor attire,
Nor Joseph's simple weed.

This stable is a Prince's court,
The crib his chair of state;
The beasts are parcel of his pomp,
The wooden dish his plate.

The persons in that poor attire
His royal liveries wear;
The Prince himself is come from heaven:
This pomp is praised there.

With joy approach, O Christian wight!
Do homage to thy King;
And highly praise this humble pomp,
Which he from heaven doth bring.

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