A CHRISTMAS SONG
Sing a song of Christmas;
A stocking full of toys;
Such a lot of presents,
For all good girls and boys;
When the stocking's opened,
The presents you shall see‚-
Isn't that a merry time
For little ones like me?
(This song may be sung with the old tune, "Four and Twenty Black Birds")
A CHRISTMAS JINGLE
Susie M. Best
Clack, click, clack;
It's Santa Claus and his great big pack!
Click, clack, click;
Oh, how awful if he should stick!
Skop, skip, skop;
What if he and his pack should drop!
Skip, skop, skip;
He must be black from toe to tip!
Clang, cling, clang;
Look, look, look, where the stockings hang!
Cling, clang, cling;
Hear the bells on his reindeer ring!
Ha, ho, ha;
We won't tell what it was we saw!
Ho, ha, ho;
We've found out and we know; we know!
JIMMIE'S LETTER TO SANTA
Dear Santa Claus: If you could bring
A patent doll to dance and sing;
A five-pound box of caramels;
A set of reins with silver bells;
An elephant that roars and walks;
A Brownie droll that laughs and talks;
A humming top that I can spin;
A desk to keep my treasures in;
A boat or two that I can sail;
A dog to bark and wag his tail;
A pair of little bantam chicks;
A chest of tools, a box of tricks;
A scarlet suit of soldier togs;
A Noah's ark of cats and dogs;
A bicycle and silver watch;
A pound or two of butter-scotch;
A small toy farm with lots of trees;
A gun to load with beans and peas;
An organ and a music-box;
A double set of building-blocks-
If you will bring me these, I say,
Before the coming of the day,
I sort of think perhaps that I'd
Be pretty nearly satisfied.
I wrote a neat little letter to jolly Saint Nick;
Neither papa nor mamma could read it - that's true;
I could read it right off, very easy and quick.
I think I'm much smarter than they are; don't you?
A CHRISTMAS SECRET
Christmas is a time of secrets,
So I'll whisper one to you;
Grandpa says that all who try it
Find that every word is true:
"Would you have a happy day?
Give some happiness away."
Grandpa says this little secret
Should be carried through the year;
And if all would try to heed it
Earth would soon be full of cheer.
"Would you have a happy day?
Give some happiness away."
CHRISTMAS IN THE HEART
It is Christmas in the mansion,
Yule-log fires and silken frocks;
It is Christmas in the cottage,
Mothers filling little socks;
It is Christmas on the highway,
In the thronging, busy mart;
But the dearest, truest Christmas
Is the Christmas in the heart.
THE TOYS HE DOESN'T LIKE
I have no use for iron toys,
Or linen books - can't bear 'em;
They're aggravating things for boys,
For I can't break or tear 'em.
THE TURKEY'S LAMENT
A merry Christmas, did you say?
I wonder how you'd feel
If you were going to be killed
To make a Christmas meal!
Why can't you eat nice fresh green grass?
Or feed upon some hay?
I'm sure it would be quite as good,
And more humane, I say.
The ducks and geese upon the farm
All quite agree with me;
And think it time to put a stop
To such barbarity.
We talked together late last night,
And think the wisest plan
Would be for us to take your place,
And just to kill a man.
And then perhaps you'd understand
A little how we feel,
And vegetarian diet choose,
To make your Christmas meal.
When Santa Claus Comes
Have you seen dear Santa Claus anywhere to-day ?
I should be so very glad if he'd come this way:
When I see him I shall say with a bow like this, (1)
If you will my stocking fill you shall have a kiss.
Have you seen dear Santa Claus anywhere to-day ?
I should be so very glad if he'd come this way;
When I see him I shall say with a smile like this, (2)
If you will my stocking fill you shall have a kiss.
Have you seen dear Santa Claus anywhere to-day?
I should be so very glad if he'd come this way;
When I see him I shall say with a hose like this. (3)
If you will my stocking fill you shall have a kiss.
The Puzzling Pumpkin
by Roberta Symmes
This is the way the pumpkin looked,
Jolly fellow,- round and yellow!
This is the way the pumpkin looked
Out in the garden green.
This is the way the pumpkin looked,
Spooky,- very, big and scary,
This is the way the pumpkin looked
At jolly Hallowe'en.
When Thanksgiving Comes
by T. C. O'Donnell
I never used to could remember when
Thanksgiving came. I asked my Mamma every day
If when it came it was November then,
Or Thursday, March or May.
But now I know when every single dish
Is heaped with turkey, sauce and punkin pie each year:
Why, Thanksgiving comes when I begin to wish
That Santa Claus was here.