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Show CHRISTMAS EVE AND NO LITTLE ST0CKINS TO FILL. (Logan. December 24, 1007). Our home seems so lonely this evening, My heart aches as If with a chill; Our dear little ones have left us, We've no little stocklns to till. The time seems so long and so lonely, No sweet merry voices we hear Preparing for Christmas tomorrow, To give us a hearty good cheer. Soon the bells will chime out a reminder, re-minder, Then tho children with hearts full of glee Will tumble from cosy warm blankets To peep in their stocklns to see. What Santa Claus brought down the chimney, j What ho has stowed snugly away, Down in the toes of each stockln, To cheer them on this happy day. Grandfather smiles from his paper, ' As he looks o'er his glasses to see, What the dear little ones have to show him, ' That they got from the big Xmas tree. And grandma, too, seems to be happy, As the children with all kind of toys Arc having a sweet time together-There together-There are plenty for both, girls and boys. Girls with their dishes and dollies, Happy as happy can be, Calling for mamma to sec them, And she's happy, too, we can see. The numberless sweet pretty playthings, play-things, I know I could not name them all. There are large drums, fifes and tin whistles, And others whose names I can't call. Tis truly a pleasure to see them, Even baby seems lo understand Why Christmas Is kept for the children Tho' she's not large enough to stand . Wc'ro lonely up here on tho hillside, Thero's no Christmas tree hero tonight-No dear little heart to make happy In the morning as soon-as Its light. Our hearts eften yearn for our loved one, Especially when Christmas bells chime, For there Is a vacancy nlways, More so at the holiday time. Our treasure Mas gone where tho angels Perhaps, have a nice Christmas tree. Whore ho can bo Joyous and happy, For there all aro happy and free. Susannah C. H. Jaokman. |