The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1896-12-24
A CHRISTMAS OUTING.
To the town not far away.

10 iooh uhe many pfetey tnlDgS U ef
That were heaped up in every store. .
All, the fairies balls and pretty toys,
To please the little girls and boys,
1t filled our hearts with great delight,
10 look upon the charming sight.
'See, mamma, see, said my pretty one,
There are dolls, horns and lots of drums
And OIL what Il lovely little boat,
If l only bad it, l know it would float,
And to his cousin by his side,
santa Clans brought all ofthese he cried
| Oh! the delight of the children four
AS they looked all the gay things Ger
| ~ want hop toad" Nelson said
| Aud Newlin thought he would like sled
| A rocking horse little Walter spied,
| And perched himself on one to ride.
| F"ank, somewhat older than the rest
| Thought he would like book the best.
We went to the upper part of the store,
] And looked the pretty books Ger;
| The collection there was very fine,
| Everything in tho M ther Goose line.
There was Puss in Boots and A, BIC cards,
| Yet to make u selection twas quite hard.
| Al last one among them I'LL he found,
When it was neatly tied in paper brown.
We passed slowly out thro' the great crowd
With our four little ones feeling quite
proud,
Each ohe holding in his tiny hand,
His little parcel thinking it grand.
And now where next shall we go?
To tho candy store, oh no! oh ho!
For books and balls, fairies and Toys,
Did not satisfy the boys,
So up we went through the crowded street,
blind man there we did meet,
We all passed the blind man by,
Without II heartache, without sigh,
For who could think of the sOrlowful
thon,
With Il happy crowd of little men,
But uncle coming in the rear.
Who perhaps saw tho blind man drop
tear,
Dropped something into the empty hat,
know the blind man was thankful for
that
We viewed the pretty things as we passed,
And came TO a candy store at last,
Of making purchases we thought we were
through,
But no, We must buy some cakes, candies
and peanuts, too,
OF auntic have not said one word,
Nothing Of her yet have you heard,
But she has been walking quietly about,
Selecting many pretty thing out,
Out from among the wonderful list,
Where l know they will never be missed,
The vacancy sOons will be filled,
From oanta's mystical castle upon the
hill,
For there he lives in quiet and ease,
Thinking all year how well he can please,
All the good littlo girls and boys,
With many new and beautiful toys,
These four little boys are longing to see,
And counting the days, till Christmas
will be,
"Oh, am so anxious for Christmas to
come"
Said my 1ive.year- old son,
And he counts the days on his fingers DER,
And says, mamma, only one moro!'
And his little cousins, one not yet three,
Are lust as anxious as anxious as he,
Often and often, has my little boy,
Pointed out tho castle to me with Joy;
He has always thought, and always will,
That Santa lives on the top Of the Mill,
Among the tree tops tall and fine,
He talks about him manga time,
Aud l have wondered. DER and o'cr
When standing in my cottage,
In the lovely month of June,
When the roses were in bloom,
Viewing the castle at my will,
The castle on the brow of tho hill,
Its turrets pointing to the sky
Above tho tree tops tall and high,
II little children gay and free,
Played underneath those lcafy trees.
And have often wondered, too,
When the lights were cleaning through,
II any other child in town
Thought that Santa was peepng down,
over pretty ConshohOckcn town.
For two eyes SO very BRIGHT
Shine through the tree tops every night.
MY little boy has said, many and many a
time,
Mamma, how will Santa ever our house
find?
How will he cross the river you see?
viii he come in boat with gifts to me?'
For the castle stands on the brow of the
hill,
And just below flows the river Schuylkiu,
All! little hearts, you are happy and gay,
But there is many and many child to-
day.
viii wonder why Santa from his castle
great,
Put Othing in their stockings. thav Lnnp
by the CRATE.
And tears will gather in tho mothers eyes,
And she too will wonder why,
Wonder why from his goodly store,
He passed her little darlings DER,
Often when the bells peal forth the merry
Christmas times,
And tables are laden with fruit and
choicest vilts,
And in tho parIor, stands the beautiful
Christmas tree,
Hungry oh ldren peep in the wonderful !
Oh! how much happier, l think we all |
would be,
If when we gather around our Christmas
tree,
We know all tho little children dear,
We're having happy Christmas this year.
But ninety-siX is growing old,
And many Will be out in the cold
But ring the bells, the merry bells,
Let gladness in our bosom dwell,
Twas God who gave his only son,
A Christmas gft to every ono.
And He will smile upon what wo bcstow
Upon lonely chillron here below,
Who will look for Santa, Christmas Eve.
Thinking somethfngniCe he will leave,
for Santa has cnstles every where,
his the children do declare
IND 20 you who read This Christmas lay
wish you all II merry dry.
ELLA MlCHENER HoOrEs
December 2t, 1896