Smyrna times., 1893-12-20
Where Kriss Kingle is Filling
His Rap.

Merry, Merry Christmas,
Ringing through the years,
Comes again in gladden. tones;
Many a heart II cheers.
Old Santa Claus is thinking
Where 20 fill his sack,
But it puzzles him more than ever before,
There's so many stores to track.
First, he goes to Walls,
The clothier on Main street,
Where suspenders and canes and umbrella
when it rains,
New neckties, bright and neat.
Then into Megear & Sons
Kriss Kingle makes his way,
And filled his sack till it began to crack,
With groceries for Christmas Day.
In Walters, the jewelry store,
1t almost dyzZled his eyes;
Such presents rare from cases glare,
Indeed, twas pleasant surprise.
From here went jolly "Old Kriss''
TO Hall & Sons store door
And got such goods for Christmas foods,
As were never seen before.
At PrettymanS big shoe stand
He saw such goods so fine
In order HIS bag not to swag
Tied them together with tWine.
Jolly old Kris Kingle
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
To Bell Il Whites Christmas sights,
Kept upa constant tingle.
At Stewards grocery stand
He sought for something new;
And ordered his dates and nuts and plates
Right from his Xmas menu.
He then with sudden bound,
Jumped in his sleigh with cheers,
With crack of whip and smack of his lip,
Drove onward his big RENDERS
But ere he had gone very far,
He thought twas not quite fair,
Unless he dives fOrsome beautiful knives,
At W. B. Collins hardware,
rs it possible have missed,
Such charming lots of fun q
I'll get the pr r9ttieSt gifts of all
At the store of W. F. Dunn.
I'll go to Bmhmlers Bakery,
Where everything is toys.
And fill my sleigh with dolls that play,
And sleds and games for boys.
At Geo. NJ. StevensOns saloon,
Where everything is dandy,
I'll fill my bag clear up to the tag,
With Lowneys and Whitman's candy.
Stop there's Cooper's great big place
On corner of Commerce aud Main,
I'll get such books that are for looks,
Never to be equalled again.
At Jas. p. HOffecker's store
I'll make my list complete,
With toilet sets and writing desks
And imported cologne-sO sweet.
Then to Mrs. Cotton,
Who lives across the way,
I'll get some coats for winter wear,
And make some sad hearts gay.
At Refs store I'll knock at the door
Till some one lets me in;
And with his line of goods so fine
I'll please most every kind.
Then I'll go to J. w. Jones
If don't get lickin'
I'll take one of his sacks of flour
And nice, big plump, fat chicken.
Then up on "Herrin' Hill"
His sleigh swiftly gides,
To Ed. McDOwell's furniture display,
Which challenges far and wide
There is Dr. Cliftons corner,
| must not let it pass;
His line of gifts are surely grand
Especially his fine cut glass.
But, when he glideS around
To Mrs l.. r. Chance,
Her Xmas ware, of goods so rare
Made him fairly dance.
I'll give the SMYRNA T4MEs
To those who want to peruSs,
How merchants wise advertise,
And all the current news
And now his heavy load
Was more than he could bear
But Old kriSS hates to miss those skates
From Lewis Il Wheatman's ware.
With this he jumped his sleigh,
And was soon lest to sight
Up and down each chimney in town,
In the dead still of night.
Oh a liberal KrisS was he,
In this hard time Of year,
he remembered all, both great and small,
With the same jolly good cheer
Our stOrekeepers' stock of goods
We're never, never so gay
As Old Kriss took down the chimney nook
To put in the stocking OF gray.
And now our old KrisS Kingle,
Behind the galloping deer,
Wished merry Christmas to all the town
And happy and prosperous New Year.