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A VISIT FROM SANTA CLAUS
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A MOUSE'S CHRISTMAS.
IT was Christmas night, and every one in the house
had been feasting upon all sorts of good things.
So Mr. Longtail, a very lively young mouse, who was
fond of good cheese and who liked almost all Christ-
mas dishes as much as any human being, thought he
would like a share of the goodies that filled the children's
boxes and the pantry shelves.
So, after every one had gone to bed, he crept out of
his snug little hole in the kitchen, and frisked about as
soon as he found that no one was there. First he went
to see his sweetheart, Miss Furry, who had a very pleas-
ant little nest under the dining-room floor. He wished
her a Merry Christmas, talked about the snow and cold
weather, and said that he was going to have a good time
that night and enjoy Christmas as much as any one.
He told of all the good things that he knew filled the
house from cellar to garret, and said that he was going
to find something very nice to bring to Miss Furry.
But she begged him to be careful, and said,-
"Oh, dear Mr. Longtail, don't run the risk of being
caught by Tabby, the cat! But, if you will go, I should
like a piece of cheese above all things."
A MOUSE'S CHRISTMAS.
"As for Tabby," said Mr. Longtail, she has eaten
so much Christmas dinner that she is so sound asleep
that the largest rat in the back yard could not wake her
if he tried, and she could not catch me if she should see
So Mr. Longtail kissed his right forepaw gracefully
to Miss Furry, and frisked away through the pantry.
But everything had been put away and covered up so
carefully that he could find nothing good there. So he
ran upstairs to the children's rooms.
There he found candy and cakes and all sorts of good
things, but no cheese for Miss Furry. He even went
into the pockets of clothes that were on the chairs, and
found many good things there, but no cheese.
At last, in a closet, he surely smelled cheese, and soon
found it in a very pretty sort of open box.
How good this is," said he, "and very nicely they
have put the cheese away. Of course, they have done
this to keep it from the cat. I heard the mistress say
that the cook told her the cat stole many things. But
there is a little hole which will just let me in, and I can
steal the cheese as easily as can be. It is a good thing
to be small in a case like this."
"So in he went, never to see his dear Miss Furry again,
never to come out again, except to give Tabby another
good dinner, and to be punished for all his stealing, as
all thieves will be in the end.
CHRISTMAS IN THE COUNTRY.
THE children have all gone to spend their Christmas at
their grandfather's, in an old New England village. Oh,
what a jolly time they are going to have!
Grandfather has gotten a huge Christmas tree for
them, and you can see him carrying it into the house.
In there the big fireplace, with its brass andirons, has
great logs blazing and crackling away in the most cheer-
ful way, and in the kitchen the plum pudding is now
nearly done, and they say that such a pudding was never
seen before. In the evening there will be the giving
of the presents and the lighting up of the wonderful
Christmas tree, and then there will be the games, and
stories, and all sorts of good things.
To-morrow, the children are to have a long sleigh-ride,
and each one of them is to be allowed to drive old Dob-
bin for some time, without grandpa holding the reins at
How sorry they will be to go back to the city, with its
muddy streets and slippery sidewalks.
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THE CHRISTMAS PRESENTS.
IT was quite late one Christmas Eve as Harry and
Frank walked along through the snow, and carried to-
wards their homes many packages and bundles. Of
course, these could be nothing else than Christmas pres-
ents for their brothers and sisters, and father and mother,
and all the others whom the boys had wished to remem-
Harry had been saving his spending money for a long
time, and Frank had earned enough in many little ways
to give him a sum, quite large in his eyes, with which to
buy presents. Every one in the home was to have
something, from Carlo, the poodle, who was to have a
new collar, up to the fat coachman, for whom they had
bought a scarf-pin in the shape of a white horseshoe as
large as Harry's thumb, and they knew that this would
please his taste very much.
The boys were talking pleasantly about the good times
of the next day, and they held on tightly to the presents
and thought of nothing else.
Little did they suspect what was going on under their
very noses among those very presents.
Just as they were reaching the lamp-post which was
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at the corner near their house, the whistle which was
for the baby, said in a shrill and complaining voice to the
jack-in-the-box which was in the same package with it,-
"How I wish these boys had never seen me I sup-
pose I am certain soon to be blown almost to pieces, and
worse than that to be chewed and bitten and almost
swallowed by that 'dear baby' they talk so much about.
My lot is certainly a hard one."
At this the jack-in-the-box said,-
I, too, have a sad fate before me. I know that the
children will make me jump so often that I shall ache
in every spring, and that when they are away the dog
Carlo will play with me and almost tear me to pieces.- I
feel that at last I shall be thrown into the ash barrel."
And at the thought he tried so hard to jump out of the
package that he almost burst the lid of his box.
"Never mind," said the largest caramel in a box of
candy next to the jack-in-the-box. I shall give up my
life sooner than either of you. But I and my brothers
here will revenge your wrongs. We are so many that
we are sure to make all the children ill." And the
candies all laughed so hard at the thought of their own
badness that they rattled in their box so much that
Harry said, "Why, how I must have shaken the candy
when I slipped." Just then the boys reached home, and
the presents were tucked away in many stockings, and,
if tr ey talked together any more that night, I did not
A CHRISTMAS IN THE CITY.
THE snow is falling fast and hard, working with all
its might to cover up the dirty streets of the great city,
and make all white and clean for Christmas day. Down,
down it comes, tumbling headlong into people's eyes and
mouths, treating all alike, rich and poor, in a truly jovial
Christmas fashion. It would be a great sight to see all
the eyes it manages to fall into in its hurry, just the
children's eyes I mean-think how many-gray and
black, and blue and brown. Some wide open with hap-
piness and wonder, and some full of tears and sorrow,
shining out of little pinched and hungry faces, like this
poor fellow's in the picture. His are soon made glad
again, however, for Dick Howard is a noble little fellow,
and finding this poor child on the doorsteps when he
comes home laden with precious Christmas bundles, takes
him in and not only has a good hot dinner for him, but
finds warm clothing and sends him away with a basket
full of goodies to take to the little sister he has left at
home. Now, if every pair of happy eyes would look for
a pair of sorrowful ones, to drive the tears away from by
some act of kindness, we should indeed have a Merry
Christmas, and this would be a merry world to live in
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A VISIT FROM SANTA CLAUS.
By CLEMENT C. MOORE.
'TWAS the night before Christmas, when all thro' the
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimneys with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced thro' their heads;
And mamma in her kerchief and I in my cap
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap-
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash;
The moon, on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
"More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by
"Now Dasher! now Dancer! now Prancer! now
On, Comet! on, Cupid on, Donder and Blixen !
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now, dash away, dash away, dash away, all! "
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky,
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas too.
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedlar just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples-how
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight tn his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf;
And I laughed, when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spake not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle;
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD,
THE WOODS AT CHRISTMAS.
WHEN yOU are all dancing around your lovely
Christmas tree with its candles all lighted and
all its pretty things waving about and making
you wonder who are to have them, do you
think how the tree's friends and brothers miss
him and sigh for him as they wonder where the
rough men have carried him ?
Perhaps the tree wishes himself back, al-
though he is so very handsome in all his fine
things. If he does not at this time, in a few
days, when he is withered and thrown away into
the woodshed to be chopped up for kindling
wood, he will long for a Christmas in his old
home with all his friends about him and the
snow flying through his branches. But if he
had not been taken away from there he would
never have done any good in the world, while
now he can be satisfied, for he knows that he
has made you happier in one night than he
could have done in years if he had stayed in the
THREE WEEKS AFTER CHRISTMAS.
ROB and his sister Carrie have been very happy for
weeks, playing with all the toys which were given to
them at Christmas and reading their Christmas 'books.
But now they have broken some of the toys and be-
come tired of the others, and have read all the books.
So they are ready for mischief, and, as you see in the
picture, they have not taken a long time to find some-
thing which they ought not to do. Rob and Carrie's
father is an artist, and has been working for many
weeks, painting the portrait of a rich lady, who was to
pay him a large sum when it should be done. Carrie
has taken her father's brush and paints, and is putting
on the picture what she thinks are pretty marks, and
Rob looks on as though he thinks that she is quite an
artist. But we know that she is spoiling her father's
work, and that he will be very angry when he sees it.
And we know, too, that, when the next Christmas
comes, Rob and Carrie will be sorry that they have
made trouble for their good papa, for he is always so
kind to them and makes them so happy at Christmas,
that they will surely be very sorry that they ever could
give him any reason to be angry with them at any other
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MAKING PLANS FOR CHRISTMAS.
THE children have almost forgotten about Christmas.
it has been so long since it passed away and left them
with all sorts of good things, and now that they are in
the country in the warm summer time, it seems hard to
think that their mother is already making plans for the
next Christmas. For as they are all asking her to tell
them a story, she begins by saying that she has ways by
which they can all have money enough for their Christ-
mas shopping, if they will only begin now, and think of
it and save just a little every week.
And then she tells them how when she was a little
girl, she was with her mamma one evening in summer
when there tame a knock on the door, and in walked
Santa Claus, as she thought, and looked so warm and red
that she felt very sorry for him and wondered why he
happened to come around in such warm weather.
But Santa Claus only smiled kindly on her, and told
her that he had come to make a promise to her, that if she
would be a very good girl until Christmas time, and do
just as her mamma wished, that she could have anything
that he could give her for her Christmas present. And
MAKING PLANS FOR CHRISTMAS.
she said that she wanted a big wax doll that could open
and shut her eyes, and had real hair.
So Santa Claus said good night and went away, and
she tried very hard to be good, and when Christmas
morning came, the first thing that she saw when she
awoke was her dolly, exactly as she wanted it.
But her papa told her long afterwards that he was the
one, dressed up as Santa Claus, who had made the prom-
ise about the doll, on that summer evening so many
But the children all wish that their papa would dress
up as Santa Claus, and make such promises to them, for
they say that they would make him promise a pony and
many other things much better than dolls.
But you must remember that in those days a big doll
with real hair, and who could open and shut her eyes, was
a wonderful dolly indeed.
PUSSY AND THE CHRISTMAS BOOK.
THIS is such a wonderful little cat, with such a funny
name, that I must tell you about her. It is her real
name,too, that her own mamma gave her when she was
so little that she could not walk; for one day I had taken
her out of her basket and she was lying in my lap, curled
"up under my work in a little soft, warm ball, when her
mamma came in and, not finding her darling in the basket,
ran up and down the room calling Purrmeow, purr-
meow, and then Purr r-r-Meow-ow-ow so long and sorrow-
fully that Purrmeow (I knew that was her name then)
waked up and tumbled out of my lap half asleep, and her
poor mamma was so glad to get her again that she washed
her face for a whole half hour. Of course she did not
know how to read then ; but she learned later, for this is
just as Edith and I found her sitting, on the day after
Christmas, when we came into the room.
I thought she was watching a fly that was crawling up
the page, for in a moment she put up one paw, and
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jumped at it in such an excited way that the book
fell down with a crash. But Edith said that was only
to turn over the page, and that she must have been read-
ing; for the book was Alice's Adventures in Wonder-
land, one of Edith's Christmas presents, and the picture
of the Cheshire cat was on that very page. It certainly
A CHRISTMAS FROLIC.
SEE how Arthur and Harry, and sweet little Rose
Have dressed themselves up in these funny old clothes,
Thinking Papa and Mamma won't know them at all,
They'll drop in and pay them a Christmas Eve call.
"Now, Arthur, don't giggle, and, Harry, don't smile,"
Says Rose, we must stay but a very short while;
And I am 'most sure that they never will guess-
Be careful, don't step on the train of my dress."
And so in they prance with such very fine airs,
And sit with such dignity in their three chairs,
That Mamma and Papa could never have told
But that they were talking to people quite old.
If Rover, the dog, had not come with a bound,
Then jumped up and barked at each one all around,
And acted so funny they could not keep in,
But all had to laugh and then frolic with him.
SEVEN naughty little owlets
Have all stolen out of bed,
They've hung seven little stockings
On a branch just overhead;
And there they're going to wait and see
Old Santa Claus climb up the tree.
They do not know, as you and I-
That Santa comes when no one's by,
And that, if children lie awake,
His gifts to others he will take.
MOTHER GOOSE'S CHRISTMAS.
By KRISS KRINGLE.
THE children had crept to their little white beds,
With gay thoughts of Christmas quite filling their
For more than a week had their bright merry eyes
Been dancing at thoughts of plum-pudding and pies,
And never a moment in these busy times
Could they give Mother Goose and her jolly old
And (will you believe it?) they'd really forgotten
That little Jack Horner was such a great glutton,
That little Miss Netticoat wore a white skirt,
And that poor Jack and Jill fell down, and were hurt.
Now this made old Santa Claus feel very glad,
While poor Mother Goose was both sorry and sad,
As she sat by the fireplace there all alone,
Saying these words in a sorrowful tone:
" Now, what have I done to be so badly treated ?
My songs for a week have not been once repeated !
I'll just wait, and look to this man with his toys
Who turns all the heads of the girls and the boys,
And if down the chimney he really appears,
I'll jump up and give him a box on the ears !"
But while she determined a sharp watch to keep,
Her glasses dropped off, and she soon went to sleep.
The seconds, and minutes, and hours slipped by,
And all was as still as a cold custard pie,
When Ding-a-ling! Ching-a-ling! Clatter! Whizz !-
And a jovial voice in her ears loudly rang:
" Wake up, Mother Goose You're a lazy old elf,
To be sleeping when I am so busy myself."
And then with the jolliest kind of a grin
He chucked the old lady right under the chin.
She jumped up, and cried out, Oh, what is the
But he merely replied, as he threw his toys at her:
" Now put these'about! Be as quick as you can.
I soon must be off said this merry old man.
" The small things can go in the stockings, you know,
And all the cracks fill up with candy, just so !
The books, and the dolls, and the drums, and the sleds,
We'll pile up as high as their curly young heads."
Then, tossing the toys anywhere in profusion,
He put Mother Goose to such dreadful confusion
That all she could do was to cry out, Alack! "
And help him distribute his bountiful pack,
Until, with another loud flutter and flurry,
He dashed through the chimney again in a hurry,
Shouting back as he went with a voice full of fun :
"I am sure, Mother Goose, that our friendship's
And you can imagine her joyful surprise
When into the cinders right under her eyes
A package came thundering down from above-
" For Dear Mother Goose with St. Nick's warmest
And when she undid it there came to her sight
Each thing she had wished for since last Christmas
So thus, my dear children, this story must end.
Mother Goose and old Santa each found a warm friend,
And now every year, when good Christmas comes
Together the merry old pair can be found.
CHRISTMAS BY THE SEA.
How cold and windy and dreary it seems down by the
sea at Christmas time, you think.
The ships that are patiently waiting for the spring to
come again, do not seem to be any happier on Christmas
day, and look as though they wish it was the Fourth of
But, of course, they can't understand why we should
all be so happy on Christmas, or the reason that we keep
that day as the happiest of all the year.
Although it looks so dreary and cold out of doors, you
would think it quite pleasant if you could peep into the
little homes of the fishermen and the sailors, and see
how warm and comfortable they are.
They are strong, and rather like the rough weather,
and enjoy Christmas dinners and Christmas evenings
together. If you could hear some of the stories of the
old tars, and listen to the songs, and the jokes, you would
like a Christmas by the sea very much.
Santa Claus visits them there just as much as he does
people in other places, and they like him just as well,
although he does not always have very grand presents
But they enjoy their Christmas just as much, and no
doubt would like to have one of you with them some time
to share their Christmas dinner, and listen to their long
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POOR wretched old Bonaparte One would scarcely
think it was Christmas day to look at you, would he ?
Yet so it is, and every one is so merry and in such a
hurry to make some one else merry and glad too, that
they don't even see you sitting there on the doorstep so
disconsolately. You are rightly named, you poor old
fellow, only you must be called Bony for short. I won-
der what you are thinking about; probably of the beauti-
ful home where you were loved and petted a year ago,
and of the elegant silver collar which caused you to be
carried off, robbed, and then left to shift for yourself in
a strange part of the city, that you can never seem to
find your way out of. Don't try to anymore, poor Bony,
or hunt for any more crusts, but just sit right still and let
me tell your fortune. In a few moments the great door
back of you will swing open, and a chubby little fellow not
much bigger than you, but with a heart big enough to
take you right in, will come running out, and carry you
in to the merriest kind of a Christmas, and make you a
happy dog for the rest of your days.
There did I not tell you ? The door is opening now,
and I must hurry away to find some other dog to write
a story about.
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THE BIRD'S CHRISTMAS.
LAST Christmas afternoon as Ned was about to start
back to the house, after a visit to the barnyard to see
that the cows and chickens had a good Christmas din-
ner, he thought he heard some one call his name.
He looked all around, but could not see any one, and
thought he must have been dreaming, when he surely
heard a voice somewhere over his head saying,-
Merry Christmas, Master Ned!"
So he leaned on the fence, and looked up in the trees,
and there was a jolly, fat, and lively little bird looking
as happy and contented as could be, although the trees
and ground we'e covered with snow.
Ned was surprised; but the bird bobbed his head two
or three times and said, I see you wonder that I can
talk to you ; but on every Christmas day I can speak
just as plainly as any one. I talk very often on other
days, but people do not understand me, except on Christ-
mas, and you have been so good to all the chickens and
ducks and turkeys, (who are very distant relatives of
mine,) that I could not help wishing you a Merry Christ-
mas." And then Ned, and the bird had a good long
talk about all sorts of things that birds know, like, and do,
and Ned promised to have plenty of bread crumbs ready
for the little bird every morning until next Christmas
when they will have another talk together.
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CHRISTMAS AMONG THE ELEPHANTS.
MRS. MAMMA ELEPHANT found a tree full of the most
beautiful golden oranges the other day, and she reached
way up to the top with her long trunk and picked the
largest and finest for the two dear little baby elephants
she had left at home. Do you suppose she knew that
it was the day before Christmas, and that the Mammas
all over the world were bringing homrn pretty things to
help Santa Claus fill up their little ones' stockings. She
did not say a word about it, and instead of the snow
being there to remind her, the sun was beating down as
hot as it does here on the fourth of July.
Then her babies do not wear stockings, which is lucky
for her, for each one would have to have four, and think
how long it would take to fill eight little elephant stock-
But they are as happy as any children in the world,
and don't care at all.
See how the smallest one has tumbled down on his
back to kick up his heels and laugh, he is so glad.
"THE STORY OF A CHRISTMAS TREE.
JJST imagine my feelings said an old Christmas
tree that had been thrown away, to a bundle of kindling
wood lying near it. I had, as I supposed, gone to bed
for the winter-that is, comfortably tucked up in my
soft snow blanket, I was standing in the woods taking a
long series of naps while waiting for the spring to come
-when to my horror I felt myself being rudely shaken,
and looking down I saw a dreadful man raising a huge
axe to chop me to the earth. This was the last thing i
remember for some time, and think I must have lain in
a swoon for many hours. For when I next opened my
eyes I seemed to be in fairyland itself. I was standing
in a large room so heavily trimmed with green things
that I might have thought myself at home had it not
been for the blaze of lights, the beautiful children and
music, and my own gorgeous appearance. Standing
directly in front bf a large mirror I had a good chance
to admire myself, and I will say, that of all the elegantly
dressed people present, I certainly was the most brilliant.
Myriads of lighted candles were shining from my
THE STORY OF A CHRISTMAS TREE.
branches, with beautiful gold and silver fruit of all kinds.
While little waxen children seemed to be climbing all
over me. And wonderful toys, and numberless boxes
containing precious gems were resting as contentedly
among my boughs as if they had grown there. I should
never have grown tired of looking at myself, had not a
strange looking old man with a beard like snow and a
huge pack on his back come running into the room
causing the wildest possible excitement. The children
screamed and jumped about, clapping their hands, which
seemed to please the old gentleman wonderfully, for he
found a ladder tall enough to reach to the top of my head,
and climbing up it, selected something for each one
from among my branches, and then with the strangest
little chuckle he disappeared mysteriously through what
seemed to me to be a small hole in the wall. Shouting
as he went, Merry Christmas to all," which kept coming
back-" Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas "-fainter,
and fainter until it stopped altogether.
Here the old tree stopped talking, and the kindling
wood that was crazy to hear more, had to content itself
as best it could. For the tree had gone sound asleep.
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