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Two Turkey Tales
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There was a mean man and his name of the old woman and finished the crust,
without offering a crumb to the fair
ladies present, ile shook his rad wattles
and gobbled so loudly that all the fem-
inine turkeys put their silly beads to-
gether and declared: "What a lovely
man Goble Gobbler is, don't you kuowt"
No ono made any further reference to
Christmas and it had no significance so
far as the young members of the flock.
were concerned.
Now, I don't want to make any of.
Goble's friends feel badly, but the truth
is the day before Christmas there was
no Goble Gobbler to interfere with Kid
Gobbler, who got all that was corning
to him afterwards and he grew sleek and
stout, 0
The foolish lady turkeys goon forgot
ail about Goble and they turned their
attention to Kjti, who was soon recog-
nized the leader of their set.
That was last Christmas. I don't
know what will happen this Christnae.
Prosperity has divers ways of leading
turkeys as well as people to destruc-
tion. But for Kid Gobble's sake let us
hope that he has been dieting himself
of ]ate and has not been following in
the footsteps of his late brother.
was Flood --Noah hood. He was one
of those men that hated to see other peo-
ple prosper, lie lived at 1liountainville
and "riz" turkeys like nearly everybody
else around, lie made money, because
he fattened the turkeys well. The only
time he was generous was when be was
feeding his flock before Christmas. He
begrudged the pub he gave himself and
his wife, Deacon Candle said once that
he would walls three miles to borrow a
match to light the kitchen fire.
Tlood. did'nt like Deacon Candle. When
December came and he saw the deacon's
turkeys were fat and big like his own
he becameealous.
Now the deacon's success couldn't hurt
hien, because his own turkeys were Hiro
and much in demand, so he was sure to
get a good price. But just the same
when he saw 300 fine birds on the den-
con's place he was sore, and quite for-
got he had 400 fine ones of his own.
A few days before Christmas he went
to a poor man in the village and said:
"You know we all Have to ship our
turkeys to the city tomorrow. Now you
have only 00 and if you did get a big
price you will be Bard up for the resit of
the winter. I snow bow to make prices
higher. You come with nie to Deacon
Candy's to -night and eut holes in his
turkey houses and let the turkeys all fly
to the woods. Ifs will not be able to
catch them in time to ship them tomor-
row and 'the people will have to pay
High prices for yours.
The poor man, whose name was Bill
Cute, pretended to agree with the mean
ratan. But really lie didn't agree with
hint at all, but like most men he was
honest, so he devised a cunning plan.
That night be went to Flood's place.
He said they had better go several miles
around to the deacon's place—go th_ augh
. the woods so they wouldn't be seen.
Flood .said the precaution was good,
but did not know the way through the
woods.
"I'll guide you," said the poor, honest
Cute," Hear, however, we hadn't best
carry a lantern for we may be seen." So
be took Noah's arm and the two went
up and clown over hill and swamp. Flood
was nearly dead,twisting and turning
in the thickets, and only his great mean -
nes kept him going. At last they reach-
ed an underbrush and through it they
could see a black mass.
"There's the barns," said Bill Cut.e.
KID GOBBLER.
"Hero take the saw and saw holes in the
walls and l'll go round to the other side
and scare the turkeys out.
Flood was Hind and mean and worked
hard making big holes out of which the
turkeys flew. Soon the whole flock had
vanished and then Bill seized Noah and
said thy must hurry back over the way
they had come. "Oh, my, oh me," said
Noah as he was dragged through holes
and creeks, over rocks and sttunps and
shinned his shins.
Finely they emerged oil the road near
Noah's front gate and the mean man har-
ried to bed ---but not to sleep.
' Next morning Noah crawled out core
and tired to feed his flock, in preparation
to takin" them to the city with their
crops full. But lo, there was not a soli-
tary turkey in the buildings, and he saw
great holes in the walls.
"1 sets it all now," said Noah, "that
villain led me. through the woods to my
oiv,t turkey barns."
Billy Cute carted his turkeys to town
and got the same price as Deacon Candle
did for his. But the mean man stay-
ed at home and got nothing.
' Ide own brother, hatched in the same
neat," said Kid Gobblcr.:.who kicked
ngainet giving up nu old crust that he dear old mother and the kind father
had found in the barnyard by accident, i who made the centre of loveliness of the
Its wrong and 111 see who'sboss."and merriment.
Witha loud and long giggle he jump- { Christmastide holiday
ed for the crust, but his little brother, : Let us be kind and loving to each other,
Goble Gobbler, tried to make off with for memories all round the world are
it, But Goble was the bigger and gained busy with past Christmases, and this
the cruet wrenching the morsel from tl" • ono will abide with those who yet may
• rightful owner. `� i wander across the seas.
4' There would have been a fight right , 4 - e
off but for the presence of the lady turks THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM.
of the noel:, and the fact that he was Out of the past's dark night
the smaller and weaker of the two. Out
shines one star,
"It was always thus. Me brother • Whose light
Gabler gets everything, and is getting iIs more than countless constellations
big and fat, and look at mel 1 err thin i are.
and scrawny, and um half starved. Ev-
cry day he grabs half of my share Abe- ' Hirsh in rho East it gl.aame—
sides eating ell his own. Why wasn't 1 i his radiant star,
made as strong as Trim?" \4hois beams
Mother Turkey hopped over to her ,Are inure to man than all the plan-
diseonsolate son and wiggled the •fing eta ate,
width waved over her back --a flag like
the rest of the tur•ks carried so they couldStill bo thy light displayed,
Le located in the tall grass. ! Oh Bethlehem star!
` "sever mind, my boy.„ said site. "1 Nor fade
•*' have seen five winters and summers awl ; until tato circling spates; no iitore are.
many other things. Worst things can I—Sennett Steplicns.
happen you than being thin. It's 1
CHRISTMAS SPIRITS.
"Who's there?" shouted the occupant
of an hotel bedroom, as he heard. a noise
in the corner of his room.
There was no answer, and the queer
noise stopped.
"Anybody there?"
No answer.
"It must have been a spirit," he said
to himself. "I must be a medium. I will
try." (Aloud.) "If there is a spirit'in
the room it will signify the same by
saying aye—no, that's not what I mean.
If there is a spirit in the room it will
please rap three times."
Three very distinct raps were given
In the direction of the bureau.
"Is it the spirit of my sister?"
No answer,
"Is it the spirit of my mother-in-
law?"
Three very distinct .raps,'
"Are you happy?"
Nine raps.
"Do you want anything?"
A succession of very loud raps.
"Will you give me any communication
if I get up?"
No answer,
•"Sliall I hear from you to -morrow?"
Raps are very loud in the direction
of the door.
"Shall I ever see you?"
}Ie waited for an answer, but none
came, and he turned over and fell asleep.
Next morning he found the "spirit"
of his mother-in-law had carried off his
watch and purse, his trousers and his
great -coat.
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A Christmas Toast,
(By Bingham Thulium. Wilson.)
As you sit in the midst of a lolly hood feast
With viands and wine -cup Imparting good -
cheer,
May the host,tlp a toast to the bird sad the
beast
That braves the stern winter to stay with
us here.
So drink to the fox that roams over the
glen,
May the quail find a gormand's desire in
the snow,
Pleasant dreams to old bruin who sleeps 1n
his don.
With a right merry Christmas to you, Mr.
Crow—
And the wise solemn owl, may no trouble
prevent
The moon -challenged hoot of his hearty con-
tent.
"Merry Christman to you, sirs," methinks
they would say
If language allowed them express a desire,
So pause in the midst of your feaatiug to-
day
And grant them a blessing In forest and
brier.
The wild old fax may pause in hie chase o'er
the hill.
The crow mount on high. with aortal
sweep,
And afar o'er the snow -drift Bob White an-
swer shrill.
As bruin turns over to satisfied sleep—
While all the wise Owls in their nightly
platoon
Give a happy-go-lucky, "Hoot -toot," to the
moon .
—From Four -Track Newp for December.
OLD CHUMS, OLD LOVES, OLD 'TIMES.
When the Christmas bells ring out
they ring in a flood of golden memories.
The dreams of youth, the romance of
spring, the poem of tho bride and of the
first child, the autumn of content and
now --it is Christmas again, there are
empty chairs and vanished. faces, the
web of life's mingled sorrow and joy
is' fastened about us, we have known
love and peace and grief and pain, and
still, thank God, it is a good world, we
are glad to be alive, and able to look for-
ward in Trope to a yet brighter life be-
yond. Memory is a strong rope that binds
the soul to good or ill. A man eau never
become utterly bad while there remains
with him the memory of the beautiful
home- Christmas. A women cannot grow
callous who has the recolle>;etion of the
n'ar Christmas new, and before every f
( hririneas in my e:ateer 1 have Scop the
Mill' ONCE A YEAR.
l!i:;pest and (inert, lnoking turkeys in Let its bury old grudges and forgive
the fleck rut claws in the midst of their as we are forgiven; scatter good wishes
male and glary, I would advise Goble stud thmight far and 'ride; make the
:,.taller te+ start in and fat from this poor glad; cheer the aged; comfort the
tart if i Ilial net tome- t veal be welts t!ieii; tlo ev.'rythine we ran for every -
her l!reet.h to advise him. Goble b:idy, and ---God bless us, every one!
kni,' it all, yen Ise _ye" C'litirtmes eomcs but once a year, yet its aenftldiss
Genie paid ra attention to the ndviee blessings only lest n lifetinhe. sir, Illtnmers--here's a gold pteee. 'Ons' her a inutile.
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How They Kept
and Aunts and Uncles and cousins, and even
brothers and staters, And yon can tell that
to Sara Pickett."
Mangy and the Boy looked up with
happy eyes. The story made things so
Claus i plain and true, and lovelier than the
Santa a .I Z had struck the Boy.
old way of believing. nut a new thought
"Will he live in our hearts, too, Father—
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Margy was crying and the Bey looked Tory'
serious and dismal indeed.
"She said—she said," Margy sobbed, "that
there wasn't any Santy Claus at all, and that
our fathers and mothers got all our presents
for us, and that Santy was ail humbug, Just
a sort of make+beiteve, to fool the little
tads. And she said, Sara Pickett did, that
you and mo was too old to b'lleve In such
nonsense."
The Boy grew soberer and soberer. "Mar-
ge." he said, after a long time of think-
ing. "if we getter give him up, we just
gutter. But first let's ask Fattier. IIe's
coming up the lane now, with a load of
pumpklne "
'Father camo In from the barn, and up
the steps like a boy. He whistled as he
took off his jumper, and put on his coat.
He whistled as be came down the hall-
way. Then, as he caught sight of the
two solemn faces at tho door of the sit-
tlug-room, one of them swollen and tear-
stained, he stopped his whistle.
"Hullo, youngsters; what's up? Margy,
Margy, you'll never he a man IP you cry,"
Father picked her up tenderly in his
strong arms, and right away the ache
at heart felt better.
"Sara Pickett said there wasn't any
Santy Claus, and we was just foolish to
think so. Only babies believed in him."
Tho smile died out of the Fatliei•'a face.
He said:
Igo Sara Picket eatd that, did shoe
Poor Sara Pickett, Let's go in by the fire
and talk it over."
With Margy on his arm and the Boy
holding to his free band, they wen ;tint('
the cosy sitting room, whore the wood
fire was snapping and crackling and the
flames -were leaping and, making jolly
shadows in the corners who the winter
desk whad begun to creep. en
"Let's ape." raid the Father, aa he settled
into the big arm chair, with a child on
either side. "Let's see, We were talk -
nig about Santa Claus. Shall I tell you a
story?"
"Oh, yes, Fethor."
"Well, long, long ago there was a
Good bishop, and his name was Nicholas,
and he lived in a far -away country. lie
loved children with all his heart, and the
little girls and boys eased to fellow whore
he went on his walks through tho town,
and the littlest onus he would carry, and
the largest ones would hold onto the skirts
of his gown in a ring around him, and he
would talk with them, and laugh with
then and teach theta songs to sing.
"Then sometimes he would find a
sunny corner in the square, and the
youngsters would cluster all about himn,
and ho would tell them wonderful stories.
Tho children would poke around in his
pockets and find candy ,and things.
"Always on Christmas day lite would
put on a special coat, very big and long
and full of pockets, and every pocket
would , be full to the brim with all the
things that children love.'
"Dolls?" said Mangy.
"Skates and rifles?" asked the Dov,
"All the things," said Father. "Maybe
no rifles, because that was before they
were invented. But, anyway, he was
funny -looking, all knobby and bunchy.
Ile wouldn't say a word, but just, walk
around to the sunny corner of the square.
All the poor children who had no Christ-
mas at home, and would come running and
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'Father Nicholas! have you a gift
for me? And lie always had.
"One Christmas a little girl who wan
so poor alto had to go barefoot in the
winter, found a pair of beautiful shoos in
one of hie pockets. She slipped them on,
and then looked up with a shining face,
and said:
"I think you must be a saint, 'Tether
Nicholas.'
"When the grown people asked why
he spent his money in such a foolish
way, he would nay, very grave and sober:
I do it in the name of the elide!.
Child.'
"Well, at last good Old St. Nicholas
died, and all the children cried, and all
the fathers wind mothers cried, too. Be-
fore the next Christmas oamo around the
grown-ups put their heads together and
said:
" 'The body of St. Nicholas le gone, but
we must not let his soul go from us. Let
us keep his spirit in our hearth, each Of
us. Then ho can never die."
'So from that time, every Christmas
the spirit of St. Nicholas cones round,
and knocks at tho doors of tho hearts of
all the people, and says:
'Remember St. Nicholas, and let hie
soul live through yours."
"Now Santa' Claus le just the Duteb
name for St. Nicholas --a kind of pet
name, because they loved him so. And,
so you 'see, Although the body of St. Nies.
olae died, hie soul lived on and on always.
In the heart' of the fathers and mothers,
Margy's and mine?"
"He surely will, it you let him,"
"Mangy," whispered the Boy, as they
lay in their bede, and all the lights were
out. "Let's you and me earn some Christ -
mea money and be a Santa Claus spirit to
rather And Mother."
"Let's," said Margy, from her corner of
the room,
And they botb went wandering in the Land
of Pleasant Dreams.
CHRISTMAS POSTAGE STAMP.
London Idea That is Hardly Likely of
Realization.
A London correspondent makes an in-
teresting Christmas suggestion.
In view of the enormous pressure up-
on the post office system at Christmas-
tide," says this ingenious gentleman,
"when everybody, not unnaturally, is
iinpressrxl with the importance of punc-
tuality in the delivery of their cards
of greeting and seasonable gifts, which
under the present system ,is impossible,
I suggest that the post -office should is-
sue a "Christman stamp," tastefully de-
signed ,and acquaint the public that any
weals or leters bearing this stamp may
be posted at any time during, say, the
month of December, it being understood
that all such letters and parcels would
bo forwarded, at the convenience of the
postal authorities, to their destination,
but would not be delivered to the ad-
dresses until Christmas Day or its eve.
it seems tonne that any temporary in-
convenience experienced by local post-
masters under this scheme would be
more than counterbalanced by he im-
mense relief felt in the great postal con•
tree."
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SORRY HB SPOKES.
Loving Husband—A. penny for your
thoughts.
Wife—They will cost you snore than that.
I was thinking how I should like diamond
earrings for my Christmas present.
Welcome, Christmas.
Welcome, Christmas, welcome here,
Happy season of the year,
Fires are blazing, then to greet,
Families together meet.
Brothers, elstors, circle round,
Loudest laughter, joyous sound
For Canadians like to see
All her children welcome thee.
Welcome, Christmas, for thy voice
Calls upon us to rejoice,
Not with foolish, idle mirth,
Born died perishing on earth;
Far bo the ungrateful thought,
"Ours are blessings dearly bought."
Dearly bought, but freely given,
By the Lord oL earth and heaven.
Fix we, then, on Christ our eyes,
May We feel the Saviour nigh,
May we meet around the board,
A4I rejoicing in the Lord.
Ile the Babe of Ilethlehom near,
As we smile the season's (sheer;
And each gladdened heart and tongue.
Joins the angels' Chrlstmas song.
Sweet—'We
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Music of the Yuletide.
MVC} THAT POSSESSES POPULAR INTEREST WAS CO ''os> la
FOR THE SEASON.
More than any other season, Christians has it* own diatinetive musks.
Composers for centuries have devoted their best talents to the production
of hymn*, odes, cantatas and oratorios that breathe the Christmsal spirit. 's'
In England the Christmas -carol has long held the first place. Seine of tee 4.
old carols date back as far as the twelfth century. Like ranch eine that •
le artistic, they appear to have had their origin in France. One of the
most ancient of these carols is the "Prose de, Wens," and it was sung as
part of a popular ceremonial called the "Tete de 1'Ane," in which ceremenlei
a richly caparisoned ass, bearing on its back a young maiden with a ehild
in her arms, was led through the cities of Beauvais and Sens, In commem-
oration of the flight into Egypt.
Both in, Germany and in England the custom prevails among young
choristers of going through the streets in bands early on Christmas morn-
ing and singing Christmas hymns and carols for alms before the houses
of the rich. A familiar picture is that of Martin Luther, when e. boy,
singing M the streets at Christmas dawn. Several of the moat familiar
German Christmas hymns were harmonized early in the seventeenth een-
tury by Jacob Praetorius to melodies composed about the middle of the
sixteenth century by Luther. One of the greatest master's of German
music, Johann Sebastian Bach, when a pupil at the choir and grammar
schoolof St. Michael's, in Luneberg, walked the streets early Christrnas
morning singing these "waits," as they were called in England, with his
fellow choristers, between whom and those of another school the musical
rivalry was so intense that the authorities were obliged to map ort the
separate routes for tem in order to prevent their meeting and, wining
to blows,
Of modern Christmas compositions the most widely known undoubtedly
is the "Cantique de, Noel" (Christmas song) by ,Adolph Adam, Adam is a
French composer. The "Cantique" is as famous outside of prance as within
its borders, It is most widely used at the midnight services and is the
subject of a famous ceremonial at the Paris Opera House. On the stroke
of midnight every pec. 24 the performance of the opera, at whatever
point it may be in the representation, immediately is interrupted, the bari-
tone steps to the footlights and, while the audience reverently stand or
kneel, intones the words of the carol.
There are some seven or eight cantatas and oratorios which are used
at Christmas time. Most of these are too long for the regular Protestant
service, but excerpts from them are given and in the Evangelical churches
they are frequently performed at a special Christmas service of song.
.Among the oratorios is a "Christmas Oratorio" by Saint-Saeus which is
not of too long dimensions for an Episcopal service, but can be given, only
in churches with a splendid musical organization.
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The Christmas
Story.
Bethlehem was crowded with guests.
All day its narrow streets had been
thronged with people; every house was
taxed to its utmost capacity to meet
the unusual need.
The ostensible reason for this great
gathering was the decree of an earthly
king, Caesar Augustus, for all of the
Iine of David to come to the city and
enroll their names fur the census; the
hidden reason was the decree of a
Heavenly king, who had said that His
Son should be born in Bethlehem of
Judea, and the time was ripe for the
fulfillment of prophecy.
At the close of the short winter day, a
man, past middle ctge, and a young
woman riding a donkey, slowly climbed
the Judean hill to David's city. Ex-
hausted with the long, rough journey,
and longing for seclusion and rest, they
sought the only inn of the town, to find
it already full to overflowing. The only
accommodations for these late corners
was the rude cave, which served as the
inn stable, and the acceptance of this
humble shelter has made it a pivotal
point in all time.
Gradually the coarse noises of the day
ceased, and the Iittle city, bathed —in
the moan's silvery light, lay white and
still beneath the soft -eyed stars; the
same silvery light flooded the Judean
plain below, where faithful 'shepherds
watched their huddled flocks. As the
night grew chilly, the men gathered
about the flickering fire, and talked in
lots tones—of what? l)id they know this
was the holy night? The night for
which the cycling years had longed? It
was very still, The tinkle of a hell as a
sheep turned in its sleep, the whirr of a
night bird's wings, even the murnrur of
the wind in the distant olive trees had
ceased and a thrill of expectancy filled
the air. The men about the fire, con-
scious of the subtle hush of nateral
sounds and tinkling with a presentiment
of something unusual, furtively watch
with anxious eyes tho shadows of the
night. How very still it isl
And as they sat, wrapped in the pecu-
liar calm of this holy night, suddenly
a wondrous vision appeared in their
midst—a being whose radiant light trail-
ed from earth to heaven, whose counten-
ance outshone the moon and stars; and
as the men, in bewildering, blinding fear,
fell on their faces, the sweetest voice
this world had ever heard breathed in
purest music•
"Fear not, for I bring you good tid-
ings of great joy. In the little town of
Bethlehem is born to you this night a
Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. .And
this shall be a sign upto you: ye shall
find the babe wrapped in madding
clothes and lying in a manger.
Then heaven could obtain the angelic
host no longer, for they burst the mid-
night sky, thrilling. the hearts of Unix
with a song neer heard before, a song
of peace and good will from heaven's
'all -gracious Kiilg. When the song had
ceased and the celestial radiance had
slowly followed the angel choir into the
blue of the night, the shepherds looked
at each other with wondering eyes.
"It is true."
"God be praised"
"Let us seek the ehild"
And they hurried toward the town,
With eager feet they climbed• the hill
and hastened through the quiet, deserted
streets. How unconscious wa's the
sleeping multitude of the heavenly
guests How sceptical and angry or even
abusive they would have been if aroused
and compelled to ]tear the story of the
wondrous night.
With hearts heating hard with ex+
pectancy, the ahepherde made their way
to the inn. pair a moment they paused
before the rude cave.
"Can lie be beret"
"There mutt be 'some mistake."
"Well, let us go in and tree"
Then they entered to find theinstiveb
In the presence of the baby king. The
Xing who to -day titles in love the hearts
of n.
Tnmekneeling adoration they told the
mother of the angel's visit, of his mes-
sage to them, and of the singing host,
and she, cuddling the babe to her pure
and innocent heart, graciously received
their homage, acknowledging this to
be the Holy Child, whose birth the angel
choirs announced.
Oh, the wondrous dreams of that
mother's heart as she hissed the dimpled
hands and feet and 'wurehipped the babe
who had come to sway the world. with
His gentle, mysterious power. Well for
her if she could not see the many weary
miles those baby fet must tread;
well, if she coud not know of the tired
body, exhausted in bestowing the heal-
ing power of that tender hand; well
that she could not foresee his childhood
playmates seelciug His life. One fleet-
ing glimpse of these thisgs, of the
hatred His gentle life would arouse, of
the pieced side and agonizing cross,
and her heart must have broken. But
we know it all, and for these things
alone we love and adore Bine.
Tbirza Richmond.
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THAT GUN.
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Dear Sandy Claws, Fatless it's time I wrote
you just a line
To hope you're well and tell you that I'm
feeling extra Tine.
And,'ohl I'm looking forward to your corr-
in' roun' this year,
An' I thought I'd let you know just what to
bring me, Sandy, 'dear,
I know you're awful good an' kind to little
boys like me,
An' that is just the reason I'm a-writin'
to you, see?
An', fore I mention other things, an'
through the list I run,
X11 lie Awful grateful, Sauily, If You'll
bring along a gen.
It's one et them "twenty-twos.' dear Sandy,
that -I need,
The sort a feller uses when he's got a pan-
ther treed '
Or is holding up the Deadwood coach, an'
handy for to use,
la standin' et( a whoopin' band 01 Raps -
hoes or Siouxe.
They're handy. too, when Jones' oat comes
roue' our yard to sing,
Or Brawn's pigemes squat about an' to the
fence -rail clieg,
There'll be a utast exeitia' tiros, an' of
such heel's of fun,
It you'll only mind, dear Randy, an' bring
along THAT GUN.
I need a pony next thing, dear Sandy, an'
!f rou
Will bring him roan' I'll show the boys
some circus tricks that's new.
Iie won't go in the stoekin's I'm bangle'
On the bed
But you can leave him in the barn and
that'll do Instead:
An' 'twill save you lots of trouble for It
makes a heap of mess
A-luggia' of a pony down a chimney -flue.
I guests;
An' bring a saddle, bridle„ bit—a nickel -
plated one—
Likewise a ton of bay and teed, an' DON'T
forgot that GUN.
I guess an autermobtii will be the next Up-
on the list
(You needn't bring no kerosene, there's
heaps that won't be miesod),
I don't know bow they'll get it down the
chimney Or the flue,
An' my 0tockin's, they won't hold it, but
I guess my pante'Il do,
For in ono leg alone last year, you pat a
train of gars,
But it they won't do, and yoU won't 01l,111
go an' borrow pa's,
There'd be one ,reg for the pony, alt' In
the other ene
You could stow the autermoblll, an'
room left far the GUN.
You can bring along some peanuts, abt►jtl.4
halt a sack— •,r--•
You needn't bring no apples, for ms, •she's
got a stack,
An' we're all fixed up for turkey am'there
ain't no lack of pie,
But drop a ton of candy an' Ice cream as
you go be,
The sled's wore out, an' so's the skates, so
mind an' put em down.
An' fetch a horn that makes it stole* that',
beard ]t11 ever town;
An' that ain't half that's an my list --let tact
1 ain't beton,
Ohl make a tote tor oranges, an' DON'T
FORt11DT THAT GUNM
Pa ease, dear Sandy, I should think at Oils
time of the year
Of other things besides lust what you're
seta' to bring me, dear.
That I should beer 10 mind ,lust What took
Piece on Chrletmas Day,
Ot "tidin's glad, good -will to seen," an' then
goes On to say,
'That you're only nice lit' Idea to Intl. boys
that's good,
Nebo never tear their peat* aft' etothee,
buts pill the kindtit' woo,',
ids Saadi, dear, remember rue, an" all them
bed boys shun,
Aa' bring what Ta rails "pea'+e on earth,"
an" DON'T FO1t:'tWD THAT f rNt
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