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Show The Children's Day. Christmas is the day of all days for the children. Before the joys of one Christmastide are forgotten the little ones are booking forward to the next visit of Santa Claus. They are puzzling puz-zling their pretty heads and keeping bright eyes watching to learn what would be the very nicest thing to give each member of the family. They are counting the pennies in the small pocketbook or wondering how much wealth is hidden in the iron bank which is not to be opened until the week before Christmas. They are stitching bits of fancy work in which the large black knots would be ungainly, were it not for the love which is wound within with-in each one. They are wondering and wondering what dear Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus are making and if the blue haze which hangs over the house on cold mornings is really the smoke from Santa Claus' pipe, which he puffs as he watches his good wife make all kinds of Christmas delights. The children chil-dren are whispering and looking wise, finding mysterious packages and writing letters such letters. But Santa Claus knows the universal language. lan-guage. No line is too crooked, no picture pic-ture too dim for his love to understand. under-stand. After all these pleasures comes Christmas eve. Then the children are In a quandary. Shall they sit up to watch for the coming of Santa Claus? Shall they go to bed early, so morning will come quicker, or shall they keep awake to hear the jingle of bells on the roof? It would all be such fun! But drooping eyes and nodding heads answer all questions and far off in dreamland are the children while Santa San-ta Claus steals about on tip-toe filling stockings, trimming trees and doing all that is within his power to add to the joy of the breaking day. |