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. 

A Christmas Sleepy-Head

 A CHRISTMAS SLEEPY-HEAD

"To bed, to bed," said Sleepy-Head,
"Each night in all the year,
Except the wondrous Christmas eve;
'Tis then I'd like to hear
The patter of the reindeer hoofs;
The noise within the hall.
I wish to stay up all that night,
Nor go to bed at all!
But, no! they tuck me safely in
And take away the light -
And the very next thing that I see is
My stockings filled up tight!"

A Stitch in Time

 A Stitch in Time
By Alice E. Allen

For little girl mending Dolly's stocking.

My needle is threaded; I've put on my thimble,
It's almost her bed-time - so I must be nimble -
For Santa Claus surely would think it quite shocking
Should he find this hole in poor Dolly's stocking!