Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1906-12-15

terlnR In the open-rront WOOD heaters
Even q raging blizzard without Is en-
joyed II warmth aud love ana good
things to cat ara plentiful within
IL IL a tribe disappointing when the
stage cannot make Its regular trip with
the mall, many days before and after
Christmas. For with no particular
gifts 10 be had In the valley, and no
letters and gifts from friends and tela-
tiyes out OF the valley, one IL apt to
feel exiled indeed. This happens oeca-
sionally, and ono year tho Stage came
not for three weeks, for the snow hat
piled high over fence posts and aban"
doned claim shacks.
The children pour over the ad-
vertlsements giving full and entire de-
scrlption Of every known toy, In chance
magazines and papers, and long AM
sigh for such Santa Claus to visit
then,. But when Christmas day
dawns. with turkey and sweets forth
coming, or with a possible snow-shoe
iaunt In view, or better still, ride IN
the old sled to the meetin house, where
n huge picnic Is expected, followed by
songs and recitatlons and dancing,
Christmas to these remote youngsters
Is not such an unhappy day after all
CABIN CHILDREN.
Come. little people, heed me well,
And Christmas tale VIII tell
OF children strange 10 YOU, who dwell
In cabins small;
Whose region TO the North doth lie
So far. YOU'D think and so would !,
The utmost limit Of the SKY
Must on them fall.
Beyond the reach OF shining toys,
They cannot share your Christmas
Joys,
This cabln-tribe of girls and boys
so far away.
But let me add, in hut or hall,
Though far or near, though great or
small.
Joy doth abound for one and all,
On Christmas Day.
The Holidays to these small folk
No end Of merriment provoke;
For weeks trick, a game, joke,
They plan upon,
on Christmas morn, ere you awake,
They leave their bunks-no noise, they
make,
But steal like Santa Claus-and take
Flight In the dawn.
All muffled up in funny clothes,
And looking like wee Eskimos.
They drive their sturdy little toes
In snowshoes long;
Then sally, shuttle slip, and slide,
And toss and tumble giggle, glide,
Until they break in even stride
And happy song
For many miles they speed with ease;
At length they enter II you please
A solid wood of Christmas trees,
TIE 30 iff
Ten thousand trees In dress array'
How can 1t be? Well, I dare say
An unseen wand did softly sway,
Thus happened IT,
With wreaths OF snow like popcorn
strings,
And bits Of Ice like tinse things,
And frost that fashions phantom wings
From base 10 crest,
with animals and birds that swarm
Close to the bark, alive and warm,
Untouched by blast, away from harm,
These trees are dressed.
Der snow-capped peak, a bright sum
beam
Doth glisten. glitter. CLINT and CLEAN,
Until this dazzling wood doth seem
A fairyland.
The cabin-mites peer In and out
Like tiny elves: they climb and shout
The liveong morn; then turn about
For fuel, and
Beneath a tree most monstrous big,
They build fire OF cone and twig,
And dance gay fantastic Jig,
These woodland sprites;
Now DER notatoes roo sting hot,
Like witches round magic pot,
They hudile close, jolly lot
OF appetites.
At last. across the crusted snow.
The cabin-children homeward go;
At night, within their fires glow.
In their quaint way,
They tell about their wonderland,
Its Christmas trees bespangled, and
How much they love their snowshoe
band
on Christmas Day.
LADY BABBIE.