The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1883-12-27
CHRISTMAS SNOWFLAKES.

One Christmas eve, as Deacon Brown
Was homeward going from the town,
snowflake fell upon his nose.
Said he. We'll. declare! IL SHOWS!
IL il will only snow all night
Twill give the children such delight
All yes, they'll think it jolly fun;
But there is many a shvering ono
VIII not the snow be glad TO see.
How many poor there are. All, met
Now, there is poor old Widow Burr;
ought 20 have remembered her,
And tried TO manage in some way
TO make her happy Christmas day,
I'll do il yet! III send some coal
Tomorrow morning-yes, indeed
And other things that she may need"
And onward, cheerily, he went,
His heart aglow with kind intent.
Just at that time another flake,
AS big and cold and wide awake,
Fell plump on Father Duston's eye,
AS he was looking at the sky
To see what might the prospect be
OF a clear Christmas day. Cried he:
AS sure rs live, it's going TO snow!
Don't know as it's much better, though
The fowls are comfortable, guess,
They're well penned in, and / confess
There amt nobody round here got
a bigger nor finer lot
OF fowls than /, and Neighbor Glen
Don't bleve he's even got a hen
For Christmas dinner, they're so poor.
Now, wouldn't hurt me, TO be sure,
TO take n turkey over there,
And chicken, too, or pr'aps pair.
reckon moren likely 'twould
Do all of 'em power of good.
Ill 90 il, sure's i live" said he;
"One merry Christmas they shall see.
And off he went, with eager Will,
His kindly promise to fulfill
Another frosty snowflake fell
Upon the hand OF bright-eyed Nell,
As she was passing out the doors
OF one of the bright, crowded stores.
"Ah! snow!' said she, We'll, let it snow;
I've not much farther now 60 go"
into her mun her hand she slipped,
And rs she onward gayly tripped,
She thought How nice a muff to hold,
And keep ones hands from snow and cold;
There's cousin Minnie has none,
Uncles too poor TO get her one,
/ wish she had nice things like me,
Why, Ideclare. Just let me see!
Why could not L buy her mutf.
l think I've money left enough,
I'll buy it now, this very night,
And send it around at morning light,
Before she's fairly out of bed"
And on her Grand kind she sped.
While Bootblack Jimmie stopped to hear
Some Christmas carols, on his ear
A snowflake fell, Cried he: "Helloai
Hurrah! hurrah! it's goin TO snow!
tell yer thatll be just gay
But there's poor little sister May
A-lyin' there so sick in bed
She can't so much as lift her head;
She couldn't see it if t did snow
Too bad! she alters loved il SO.
Look here! know jest what III do,
A soon as that there singin's through,
III take that bit of ev'greeen tree
Here in the street right home with mo,
An fix it up somewhere real straight
An don't hope twill snow fust-rate
All night, and cover it with snow!
An won't it please her mighty, though,
To see me fetchin of it in?
Twill make her chirper than she's been
Since she was took. An declare,
guess I've got some cash to spare,
To buy somethin' uncommon sweet
An temptin' like, for her to eat.
An she shall have Christmas, too,
The same as other people do
go, when he'd heard the singing out,
His loving plans he went about
But, oh! twould take week 70 tell
The good the snowfiakes as they fell
Did all unconsciously achieve
Upon that merry Christmas eve
What suffering ones they brought to mind,
What hearts they moved with impulse kind
What chains of selfshness they broke,
What Christ-like charity they woke,
What tender thoughts they multiplied,
What close-shut purses opened wide;
And hearts there were that never knew
How much the snowilakes had 10 DO
With their unwonted happiness,
Such power have little things to bless.