The Republican journal., 1897-12-23

1t may be GOd'I II look an see
The place were Twin at;
An if we love him night an day,
He'll show his Santa Claus the way.
The little folk at cur house-they talk like
anything
Bout Santa Claus comm an what he's GO
in to bring;
An mother never has to scold, or tell 'em
bout the noise
They re Just the sweetest little girls-the
best o little boys
Cause why? They know that Santa Claus
knows ever thing they do,
An while he's loadin' up his sleigh he's
watchln' of em, too,
An them that minds their mother, they gets
the most o toys
They're Just the sweetest little girls-the
best O little boys!
They've Just been writin' letters to Santa
Claus each day,
An telling him Just what they want, an
showing him the way
To where our house IS, SOS he'll know just
where to leave the toys
Fer just the sweetest little girls-the best
o little boys
They're longin longin', longin' fer the days
an nights to go,
An all O. them are happy, an they make
their mother So
She never has to scold em, or tell EN- bout
the noise
Cause they're the sweetest little girls-the
best o little boys!
We live here in the tenement; there's six of
US in all;
An from the high old w.-lders We watch the
snowtlakes fall
In the chilly Christmas weather, an wonder,
night an day,
If Santa Claus is comm, an won't he lose
We live here in the tenement, an we are up
so high
We don't pray very loud to God, ben' closer
to the sky
Than some folks is; but all the time when
We kneel down to pray,
And ask him: please tell Santa Claus he
mustn't lose the way"
l n certain if he didn't come, an bring a
doll, an cart,
An drum, an horn, an lots o. things,
twould break some body's heart
m tlg, an wouIdn' mind it much, but some
0 us are small,
An couldn't stand to have no things from
Santa Claus at all
But mother tells us, when we all kneel
down to say a prayer,
That God is i'll the tenements, as well as
everywhere;
But somehow, we can't find him. vet al
ways when We pray,
We ask INN. Please tell Santa Claus he
muslin lose the wayif
In the beams and CLEANS came the Christ
mas dreams
To the little children there
And hand i'll hand, to the Christmas land
Meath the Christmas skies so fair,
They went away in mage sleigh
That tlnked with silver bells
Over the hIt4 pf the ia,I+
Where the King of the Christmas dwells
They saw him marshal his soldiers small,
In beautiful, bright brigades;
AT the tap o the drum they saw them come
With guns and glittering blades.
The little soldiers We're made of tin,
With painted coats of red
And they drilled away, with their banners
By cute little Captain led
But alas for the King o. the Christmas land
And the march that his soldiers madel
For the dolls were dressed in their very
Oh, the dolls We're on dress parade,
And they smiled so sweet at the soldiers
brave
Each beautiful, fairy doll,
They dropped their guns for the smile they
gave,
An ran away with them ALL
But-such is the wonder of Christmas land
hen IN the morning light
Inc children woke from the Christmas
dream,
There stood the soldiers bright:
AND the dolls were smiling their sweetest
smiles,
And they said: "From our land so true
The soldiers brought us thousand miles
10 the homes and the hearts of your'
The Hobby Horse said
AS he shook his head
Its long, long way to 90
O'er the white SHOWS foam
To the Little Boys home:
But hear the tin horns blow.
And must race away till I'm out o'breatb
To the Little Boy who will ride me to
DEATH
And the Toy Drum said
i've a hardened head
And away on my sticks iii 90
From this icy dome
10 the Little Boys home
can beat my way through the snow!
Away! away till I'm out o. breath
Io the Little Boy who will beat me to
death''
And the Toy Doll said,
AS her gold-crowned head
Shone over the wintry snow:
ITO the Little Girls
vi INC SOlutI cuFlS
In fairy coach, III go;
Far-far away, till I'm out o. breath.
To the Little Girls who will kiss me to
DEATH"
But the Elephant said:
"If that way I'm led
And they treat you all so bad,
[ tell you now
That there'll be a row,
And they'll wish they never hadi
For III pack them all in my trunk, YOU see
And lock it, and throw away the key!'
Gran mother says, while she's sittn' there
AT the fireside in her old rm-chair:
Amt any Christmas now, my dear,
Like tie one of long ago!
When l was girl there was more of light
An song in the world Christmas night:
The green just bOssomed over the white
In the Christmas long ago.
She talks that way cause she's old, you
know,
An her hair is whittier than the whitest
snow,
An she thinks that her time is come to 90
To a Christmas in the skies
But my arms around her neck throw,
An says, "Gran mother, in the long ago.
Did you have anybody to love you sop
An she smiles, an wipes her eyes.
Many little kindness
(Was every time like this is? p;
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