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Christmas Jingles

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Parent Issue
Day
22
Month
December
Year
1897
Copyright
Public Domain
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Fravk t. Slanlon ín the Atlanta Constitution. r wHiit two drume W'licn Christmas comes; (Bat I don't want slatea fer doln' trams!) Au1 a 'iüliii load of sugar-plums ' Au' a l foot ball, an' ■■ top that hums, (But nevera slat o 'er doin' suma!) olí, 1 just want lols vvlien Chrlstmas Cl Iür-. little lin homR, blow, Over the frost and simw I Blow trom the bappy eltln lañfl-; Where romp tlie i-ln-cry. iiicitv Imiuls And eHrthlyTiands chisp angel bands I Over wild wastes ol' bhow Blow, little tin burus, blowl Blow. litilu tin borns, blow Music of long ago ! Noeehoes Rweetland tremulous So haunt the dreamitïg ÍH.-urts i tl Uri! Yc t.ike ns back agaln W li e re youth'fl dist roses reign. Over far ilelds of snow Blow, little tin liorna, blow! . For little brolhei' here, an' me, It ain't ik) happy diiy; ( " We don't have ariy Christmas tree SInCQ our folks wentaway. For Santa Clans don't come no more ïo little children that's so poor. He likes the ones that wear good eloze- .les' loves 'om anyhow] I wonder if our molber knows How bad he irents us now? He don't love folks wlth eloze so thin, An' roofs wliere rain comes beatin' Ín ! Yet little orother says to me: 1 musn't talk like that: It may be (Jod'll look an' see The place we're llvin' at; An' if we love him nlght an' day, He'll show his Santa Claus the way. The little folks at our house- they talk like anytblng 'Bout Manta Claus comin' an' what he's goin' to bring; An' mother never has to scold, or teil 'em 'bout the nolse - They're just the sweetest little girls- the bet o' little boys! 'Cause why? They know that Santa Claus knows everylhing they do. An' while he's loaüin' up nis sleigh he's WHtchin' of 'm, too! An' them that minds their mother, they gets the most o' toys - They're just the swtetest little girls- the best o' little boys! They've just been writln'f letters to Santa Claus each day, An' tellin' hira just what they want, an' showin' hira the way To where our house is, so's he'll know Just where to leavethe toys Fer Just the sweetest little girls- the best o' little boys! They're longiu', longin', longin' fer the days an' nights togo,. An' all o' them are happy, an' they make their mother so! She never has to seold 'em, or teil 'em 'bout the nolse - 'Cause they're the sweetest little girls- the best o' little boysWe live here in the tenement; there's six of usin all; An' from the high oíd winders we watch the snowflake lall In the ehilly Christmas weather, an' Mnder, night an' day, w If Santa Claus is comin', an' won't he lose hls way. We live here in the tenement, an' we are up so high We don't pray very loud to God, bein' eloser to the sky Than soniR fnlks is; bat all the time when we kneel down to pray, Aud ask him: "Please teil Santa Claus he musn't lose the wuy." I'm certaln if he didn't come, an' bringadoll, and eart, An' Urum,a)i' horn.and lotso' tblngs, 'Iwould break somebody's heart; I'm big, and wouldn't mind it much,but some o' us are sraall. And couldn't stand to have no things from Santa Claus at all! But mother told us, when we all kneel down to say a prayer, That God is In the leuemeu ts, as well aseverywhere; But somehow we can't find him; yet always when we pray, We ask him: "Please teil Santa Claus he mustnt lose the way !" In the beams and gleams came the Christnias dreams To the liitle children there, And hand in hand, to the Christmas land 'Neath the Christmas sky so fair, Tbey went away in the magie sleigh That tinkled with silver bells. Over the white of the snow, one nigbt, Where the King of the Christnfcs dwells. They saw him marshal his soldfFrs small, In beautiful, bright brigades; At the tap o' the drum they saw them come With gaus and glitterlng blades. The little soldiers were made of tin, With painted coats of red. And they driiled away, with their banuers say, By a cute little Captain led. But alas! for the King o' the Christmas land And the maren lliat his soldiers made! For the dol Is were dressed in iheir very best- Oh, the dolls were on dress parade ! And they smiled so sweet at the soldiers brave- Eaeh beautiful fairy doll, ' They dropped their guns for the smiles they gave, An' ran away with them all ! But such is the wonder of Christmas land- Wbei) in the morniug light The children woke i'rom the Christmas dreams, 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 a tbonsaml miles To the homes and hearts of you." The Hobby Horse said. As heshook liis head: "It's a long, loug ways to go ü'er the white snow's foara To the little boy 's home; But I hear the tin horus blow. And must race away 'Uil I'm out o' breath To the Little Boy who will ride me to death." And the Toy Drum sald: "I've a hardeued head, And away on rny sticks ril go From this icy dome To the Little Boy's home- I can beat my way through the snow! Away: away! 'till I'm out o' breath To the Little Boy who will beat me to death." And the Toy Doll said. As her gold-crowned head Shone over the wintrv snow : "To the Little Giris Of the golden curls Ju a fairy coach 111 go; Far- faraway, 'till lm out o' breath, To the Little Glrl who will kiss me to death." But the Elephantaald: "Ifthat way I'm led, And tliey treat you all so bad, I'H teil you now That there'll be a row. And they'll wish they never had ! l-'ur 111 pack them all iu mytrunk.you see, And lock it, and thmw away the key." Gran'mother says, wblle sho's 3ittln' there At the fireside in herold arm-chair: "Aln't any Christmas now, my dear, Ijike the ones of long ago ! Wlien I was a girl there was more of light An' song in the world a Christmas night; fche green just blossomed over the white In the Christmas long ago." She talks that way 'cause slie's old, you know, An' her halr is whiter than whitest snow, An' she thinks that her time Í3 come to go To a Christmas iu tbe skies. But my arms around her neck I throw, An' says: "Gran'mother, in the long ago, üid you have anybody to lo%re you so?" An' she smiles an' wlpes her eyes. Mauy a little kiudness- (Was ever time llke this is?) To all my faults a blinduess- My eares are cbarmed with kisses. But Christmas cometh on apace : No more in doubt l'm lost, But wonder, ere the bliss I face: What wlll these kisses cost?

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