The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-12-24


And building such glorious castles
Against the time of your comming.
g There are so many aunts and cousins
And the tree is to be so fine
And we always get something we wish for,
I wonder what gifts will be mine?
l almost think can guess, though,
For papa has measured the wall,
And perhaps it will be piano;
I want that the most of ALL
Don't laugh at my funny grammar;
You know it is Christmas time,
And when I'm SO wild and happy
The sense runs away with the rhyme
Netty longs for set of garnets,
And Het for a watch and chain,
And Jack will be quite delighted
With dainty rosewood cane.
And Garry is almost certain
OF furs, beautiful set.
I'm sure we ought to be thankful
For anything that we get
So on Christmas eve you must be here,
For our tree will be loaded down,
And we look for glorious frOlic
With cousins from city and town.
q wish every soul the world over
Could be happy at Christmas time;
So with a kiss and good wishes
close my letter in rhyme.
P. S.-We have made up ten dollars
To send to Widow Brown
A poor soul with three pretty children
Who lives far away down town."
"f' The fire is out, and the ashes
Are cold as my heart is cold
hope my babies are dreaming
AS 1 stitch fold after fold;
They talk of the happy Christmas
Dear Christ, oh teach me to bear
The sad, sad lot of the hopeless,
That my soul may not despair.
''Dear little Ned and Harry!
They wanted ball and top;
l saw such pretty ones, mammal
Said Ned, 6 in the fancy shop.
Won't you get us a tree for Christmas
If it's Just as small as can be,
AS small as my little finger,
Still you must get us a tree
50 Dear hearts and so near is the Christmas,
And 1 toll SO hard for bread
And ne who made holiday sunshine
Is lying low with the dead
III search for the rich mans gIeaningg
The crumbs that fall heedlessly,
And III weave little gay garland
And call it a Christmas tree.
~]' And I'll hang it full of good wishes
But oh If had doll
For Bess, and q top for Neddy,
And for Harry bright. red ball
Alas for the tears are falling,
This work is too costly by far,
The fash of bitter tear-drop
Its wondrous sheen would mar,
'''Tis for limbs SO daintiy covered
While my poor babies weep
When the cold gets under their patches,
And smile only when they sleep.
wish l coul@ die tomorrow
And take my babies away,
We'd have such Christmas in heaveni
Such glorious Christmas day!
q But no; through the cold and hunger
We still must YEARLY plod,
We must think that others are happy,
And trust-if we can-in God.
If we CAM am wicked to say it
letter how strange there should be
In all this wide city creature
To write letter to me!
F'Dear Lord why here's money-ten dollars
Ten dollars for Christmas signed frie nd |!
Ten dollars for gifts for the babies
On darlings ten dollars to spend
And we'll have dinner for Christmas,
And shoes for the baby so wee;
And Goals for the fire, and, bless them,
For my darlings Christmas tree.
% Oh dear hearts so true and tender!
l wish you could see into mine,
And know that your sweet gift has kindled
A love that Is almost divine
wish could thank you-yes, kneeling
Close at your very feet,
And my little ones all beside me
Their innocent thanks to repeat
81 You may whiten o cold ashes
For see in your midst flame
Kindled by some good Christian,
I wish but knew the name.
You may cover the windows, frost king
You may sleep, my babies, in peace,
For my heart is as warm as the sunshine,
And my faith has found release
Z From the cold, and the hate, and the terror,
Into the blessed light,
and I wait with a new, sweet longing
For the coming of Christmas night"
Hearth and Home.