The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1892-12-24

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"the sea in ships"
and among the people of all civilized
lands, it is the n season of the year
marked by a reign of hospitality, merri-
ment and open heartedness. 1t recalls
to the old the pleasures of youth, and
transports many an absent n back to
his own freside and quiet home.
In the early annals of New York city,
when it was Nieu Amsterdam and the
sturdy Stuyvesant was commander in
chief; when u now crowded Broadway
was below Wall street and known only
as plain Here STRAIT; when our business
throttled Maiden lane was T'maagde
paatje-''The Maiden's Path"-where
the red checked Dutch girls went to
hang their clothes; when the meat mar
ket was on Bowling Green, and the pres
ent City Hall park q public pasture out
side the city wall, the Gath and 25th Of
December were dedicated to st. Mich
olas, the patron saint Of the colony. 1t
was his image that constituted the fig
urehead of the ship that brought the
first Dutch emigrants to this shore. 1t
was he who gave his name to the first
church within the walls, and whose ben
isons were most solemnly invoked in the
hour of trouble by all Dutchmen on land
and sea.
To the Dutch boys and girls st. Mich
olas was a jolly, white bearded, little,
old man, smoking his long stemmed
pipe, and in their fancies driving
through the air Over town and country,
oceans and deserts, sending through
space the sharpest of whistles to the
wonderful reindeer team that carried
the wonderful sleigh. These little
Knickerbockers have passed away for
ever, but the children of today still keep
up the devotion of the children OF 1850
for st. Nicholas, only they now call
him Santa Claus. He is the same friend,
the same little, low built, chubby,
merry, mysterious ancient who loves
children of all ages and all countries.
The manner in which his coming is
celebrated differs according to the habits
and associations of the people. In the
great cities and the country towns, for
days and weeks beforehand, the markets
and stores, the streets and avenues pro-
claim the approach of the fete. The
whole community abandons itself to for
aging expeditions. Bundles and baskets
are everywhere-on mems shoulders and
in their hands, in wagons and coaches,
filling the aisles of street cars and trun-
ding through the highways in wheel
barrows. Women and children, hus-
bands, bachelors and sweethearts strug-
gle beneath their weight. There are
gifts for boys and girls, presents for
men and women, aud heaps of presents
for grandfathers and grandmothers.
"Old Scrooge'' is there, crowding pater-
familias in his endeavor to buy the big
gest turkey and make amends for his
to his bookkeeper during the
| year, while materfamilias declares to
herself that her Christmas shall be the
handsomest among all the neighbors.
Now cOmes Christmas eve-the fairy
time of the little ones. And who shall
describe it? The old mantel, with its
row of stockings, large and small; the
expectant looks of the youngsters as
they linger around the fireplace won
dering what Santa Claus will bring; the
creeping into bed and listening, while
the grown folks are making merry ove1
their eggnog and mulled cider, for any
sign of the coming of the old gentleman
down the chimney; then, when the
house is still, the mysterious movements
of the happy parents as they produce
the Christmas gifts from their hiding
places and tie them up in the most pro
voking knots; the commotion in the
house long before dawn when the chill
dren bounce from their beds to see what
the King has sent them; the chorus OF
chuckles and gable of delight as they
gather around the bedside of the sleepy
father and mother and arouse every one
in the house to display the liberality OF
the God of gifts-who shall, who car
tell the story of such a happy time?
By and by the bells in the steeples cal
the good people all to church and chapel
and away they go, focking through the
streets in their best clothes and witt
their gayest faces. Closed stores and
general cessation from labor give a Sab
bath sanctity and reserve to the day out
side, very different from the Christina
echoes of the night before. A little latel
we are seated at the Christmas dinner
each one ~nervously impatient to attacl
the heaped up viands. The turkeys ant
geese and chickens that caused such
stufing of baskets on Christmas eve ar
set out stuffed in turn upon the tables
and O after lots of little boys an(
girls are in the same condition.
The feast ended, other pleasures fol
low. The old folks gather around tn
big fireplace to enjoy the outpouring o
good feeling and honest interchange o
affectionate attachment which abount
at this season. The young people betak'
themselves to the frolics of a sleigl
ride, while the children repair perhap
to the neighboring hills and ponds t.
try the new sleds and skates. This
the Christmas of the average home cir
Gle throughout the north and west.
The Christmas Of the rich is also
fairyland in which for one day at leas
nothing save the spirit of Kris Kringl'
enters the v%oluptuous heaven with it
armament of gas jets, it's carpeted floor
softer than clover, it's perfumed air, EN-
broidered curtains and gorgeous Christ
mas tree, all afiame with Highland color
where are gathered a fashionable throns
Of old and young awaiting the bestowa
of costly gifts. -.
But in the background Of even thi
pleasant picture is another-the familie
of the poor, the labyrinths Of wretchet
borooo ood toornirp tenement houses