Sing A Song of Christmas

 SING A SONG OF CHRISTMAS
Edith Virginia Bradt

Sing a song of Christmas,
Gladdest day of all;
O'er the hills and valleys
See the splendor fall.
Sing of gleaming holly;
Sing of mistletoe;
Sing a song of Christmas
Everywhere you go.

Sing a song of Christmas,
Holy, happy day;
Sing of Bethlehem's manger,
Where the Christ-Child lay.
Sing of love unbounded-
"Peace, goodwill to men."
Sing a song of Christmas
O'er and O'er again.

Sing a song of Christmas;
E'en on this glad day
There are griefs and heartaches
All along the way-
Hearts that wait the uplift
Of your note of cheer;
Sing a song of Christmas,
Strong and sweet and clear.

If You're Good

 IF YOU'RE GOOD

Santa Claus will come to-night,
If you're good,
And do what you know is right,
As you should.
Down the chimney he will creep,
Bringing you a woolly sheep,
And a doll that goes to sleep,
If you're good.

Santa Claus will drive his sleigh
Through the wood,
But he'll come around this way,
If you're good,
With a wind-up bird that sings,
And a puzzle made of rings;
He will bring you cars that go,
If you're good

Jumping-jacks and funny things,
If you're good,
And a rocking-horse, Oh, oh!
If you're good.
And a dolly that can sneeze;
That says "Mamma!" when you squeeze;
He'll bring you one of these,
If you're good.

Santa grieves when you are bad.
As he should;
But it makes him very glad
When you're good;
He is wise and he's a dear;
Just do right and never fear;
He'll remember you each year,
If you're good.

Around The Christmas Lamp

AROUND THE CHRISTMAS LAMP
by J. L. Molloy

The wind may shout as it likes without;
It may rage, but cannot harm us;
For a merrier din shall resound within,
And our Christmas cheer will warm us.
There is gladness to all at its ancient call,
While its ruddy fires are gleaming,
And from far and near, o'er landscape drear.
The Christmas light is streaming.

A Christmas Gift

A CHRISTMAS GIFT
by Susie M. Best

A Christmas tree for you I've brought,
On every branch you'll see
A loving wish, a kindly thought,
A prayer that you may be
As happy as the birds of May
Upon this gracious Christmas Day.

The Eyes of the Christmas Tree

The Eyes of the Christmas Tree

Maybe the candles
Dancing with glee
Are the twinkling eyes
Of the Christmas Tree.
And maybe it sees
As plain as can be
How happy it makes us -
You and me!

A Christmas Stocking

 A CHRISTMAS STOCKING

The funniest stocking that ever was made
Was woven up there in our elm-branches' shade;
They worked all day long while the blue sky was shining
Until it was done. Then they put in a lining,
And-what did the birds and their wee babies do
But live in that stocking the whole summer through!
Then flew off and left it, still swaying and rocking,
And waiting for Christmas, the oriole's stocking.
Now, if I were Santa, I'd know what they need,
I'd drive up and fill that long stocking with seed!

A Christmas Quiz

 A CHRISTMAS QUIZ

In all the Santa Claus pictures
I've seen in my little day,
He's guiding across the snow-drifts
A reindeer before a sleigh.
And this is the thing about him
I'd really like to know:
Does he travel in a wagon
When there isn't any snow?

Christmas Greeting

CHRISTMAS GREETING
By Alice E. Allen

For three children or three groups of children, with greens, bells, and
Christmas cards.

First:
If we could have all the Christmas greens,
And into one wreath could string them;

Second:
If we could have all the Christmas bells,
And into one song could ring them;

Third:
If we could have all good wishes abroad
And into one word could bring them-

All:
Greens wouldn't be cheer enough,
Bells wouldn't be clear enough,
No word could be dear enough
To carry our Greeting to you! 

A Christmas Sound

 A CHRISTMAS SOUND

When next the eve of Christmas
All rosily comes round,
Just listen, dear, and you will hear
The jolliest little sound;
The pit, pat, pit, pat, patter
Of feet so small and bare-
A whole quintillion hanging socks
For Santa everywhere.

What Santa Calls Him...

 What Santa Calls Him

When Santa asked me for my name, down at the store, I said:
"My papa calls me Sorrel-top because my hair is red;
But grandpa calls me Skeezicks; my mamma calls me Joy;
And grandma calls me Bub sometimes; I call myself a Boy."
Then Santa smiled, took off my cap, and looked at me and said:
"I understand it all, my boy, and I shall call you Red."

A Christmas Telephone

 A CHRISTMAS TELEPHONE
By Alice E. Allen 

I wish I had a telephone
With golden wires unfurl'd,
And long enough and strong enough
To reach around the world‚-
I'd ring up everybody
Along the line and say,
"A very Merry Christmas
To you this Christmas Day!"

A Touch of Christmas

A Touch of Christmas

O little brown nest out there in the hedge,
Christmas has blessed even you from his store,
Though snowflakes have filled you quite up to the edge,
A bunch of bright berries hangs over your door.