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Show a THE Chris. mas Burglar By JAMES J. MONTAGUE la Mlaaourl Farmer I BEAR a ruslling In fhe ball, Tbe creaking ol a chair; 1 shadow steals along the wall, A slrp Is on Ihe stair; 1 mulllcd tread thuds to and Iro While, shrinking In the gloom, I wnfch and wall, lor well I know A burglar's In Ihe room. A burglar) Just nhen Santa Claut Mas scampered op the Hue And madly dashrd away, because There's much more work to dol A burglar, with an eaqer lace And wide and shining e)ts Just as the sun comes up lo chast The darkness Irom Ihe sklcsl But what a reckless burglar this A burglar without lear, Whose rnptureus little shrieks ol bliss The household wakrs lo hear! Who tumbles bundles all around And searches slor.klnqs through And cries aloud that he has lound Thai Santa Claus is true! Be had his doubts but yesterday Mis billii began to lall, He Irarcd fhe reindeer and Ihe sleigh Were but a lalry tale; For someone said bul they were wrong. The praved-lor toys are here. The l.ilfh thai he has held so long. Still shines, serene and clear. |