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!"