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

New Prince New Pomp
ROBERT SOUTHWELL Behold a simple, tender Bab...

Good-nature Or Parish Matters
Mr. Stanley had just reached the last stile in the ...

Master Sandy's Snapdragon
ELBRIDGE S. BROOKS THERE was just enough of Decemb...

Little Girl's Christmas
WINNIFRED E. LINCOLN IT WAS Christmas Eve, and Lit...

On Good Wishes At Christmas
FRISWELL At Christmas, which is a good holiday for m...

Church Decking At Christmas
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Would that our scrupulous...





Sery






RICHARD WATSON GILDER

With wild surprise
Four great eyes
In two small heads,
From neighboring beds
Looked out--and winked--
And glittered and blinked
At a very queer sight
In the dim starlight.

As plain as can be
A fairy tree
Flashes and glimmers
And shakes and shimmers.
Red, green and blue
Meet their view;
Silver and gold
Their sharp eyes behold;
Small moon, big stars;
And jams in jars,
And cakes, and honey
And thimbles, and money,
Pink dogs, blue cats,
Little squeaking rats,
And candles, and dolls,
And crackers, and polls,
A real bird that sings,
And tokens and favors,
And all sorts of things
For the little shavers.

Four black eyes
Grow big with surprise;
And then grow bigger
When a tiny figure,
Jaunty and airy,
(Is it a fairy?)
From the tree-top cries,
Open wide! Black Eyes!
Come, children, wake now!
Your joys you may take now!

Quick as you can think
Twenty small toes
In four pretty rows,
Like little piggies pink,
All kick in the air--
And before you can wink
The tree stands bare!





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