Milford chronicle., 1920-12-24
A MODERN KRISS KRINCLE
By Harold Barnes in Philadelphia Public Ledger

Kriss Kringle laughs with merry glee
"In fool the children this year" says he;
"They think coming with deer and sleigh,
And jingle of bells, in the same old way
But why should founder through cold and snow
And catch influenza, when can
With lightning speed through the nippns arr
And while am here. be almost there
'Tis time that my reindeer were given rest
And my sleigh is old and not at its best
And the boys and girls-there are millions more
Then there used to be in the days of yore
l must have to carry the toys
And fly like the wind to the girls and boys;
From to house must speed with might
To finish my work in a single night.
But I'll do it." he says with knowing wink
As he opens his hangar-and what do you think?
There stands in its shed like a waiting train
The finest brand of an aeroplane
Shining and cleaning and new and spck-
Just made to order for Old St Nick
The thousand and one pretty things that please
The good little children throughout the land
From the Arctic zone to the coral strand
Doles and dishes and buggies and blocks
And pretty tin soldiers and Jacksin-the-boX
And trumpets and drums and tables and chairs
And fairy-tale stories and big Teddy bears
There red sleds and skates for the snow ana ce'
And mufflers and mittens and everything nice!
With oranges, golden and juicy and sweet
And the perfume of roses our noses does greet
Every inch of this is filled with the toys
And danties and gifts for the girls and the boys.
St Nick rubs his hands and chuckes with gee
AS thinks of the pleasure and joy there VIII be-
Then he looks at his and he looks at the moon,
And he says to himself, Il must start very soon.
So he puts on his headgear, his goggles ana coat;
in his white beard from his breast to his throat
Then springs to his place in the big aeroplane
As nimby though he twenty again
He straps himself in very tight and secure
I'm order" he says, that I'll be very sure
Not to slip from my seat go whrlng through space
For fall from such heights might dishgure my race
He turns on the motor; comes the whrr
OF spinning propeller and then the glad stir
Now lightly they creep, then swiftly they go,
Till. spurning the earth in its effort to fly,
The aeropane rapidly mounts to the sky
AS swift the eagle, it circles and climbs
The far dizzy heights of the air; and betimes
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On his mission of love- for he knows of the needs
And the wishes of all. There's chance to be late,
chuckes, then cries out Oh, boy this is great!
Ger ice-covered fields where the Eskimos ramble,
bizzards born and where polar bears scramble;
Ger bare frozen tundras DER bramble and brake
He speeds the wind till, his quick journey ending,
"'Tis time" mutters Santa, that were descending
In large sweeping circles. till. dimly, he spies
The outline of houses appearing in sight
"And now" murmurs Santa, tbs time to alght
He knows how to do this skill is the proof,
AS he settles with the top of a roof
He turns off the moor-unbuckles the straps
That keep him secure, then brskly he snaps
The lock from the storehouse selects all the Things
He marked for the chdren-then upward he springs
And downward he glides to- the big fireplace.
The stockings he fills with genuine joy
And pours out blessing on each girl and boy
Then listening moment he turns on his toes
And quick a flash up the chimney he
springs to his seat sets the motor to purring,
Calls out MERRY Chrstmas!" to any one stirring;
Then off to the next house he speeds on his way
And through the night to the break of the day
He scatters behind him full many treasure
And fills all the hearts the children with pleasure
At last with the dawn all his journey is done
"Ah, ha." shouts st. Nicholas, now for some fun
'AIy storehouse is empty. my burden is light
Just few fancy stunts with my plane yet tonight
So saying, he his plane to the sky
And swiftly and gracefully clambors on high;
Remains in the air for moment quite brief
Then suddenly drops like falling leaf,
righting himself with dextrous turn
That any professional might yearn
To imitate-"Ah," he remarks with grim
That's glorious; for a good tail-spin!"
He spins him around like sinking sloop-
He voplanes down and he loops -the-loop":
Right side up and then upside down,
High in the air and then skimming the ground.
Then to the earth you could hear him call,
'riss Kringle is here! Merry Christmas to ALL"
Then clamborfs again to the sky-blue dome
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