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Show Yes, Virginia, There Is A Santa Claus. Hs exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exists and you know that they, abound and give to your lite its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if mere were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no child-like faith then, no poetry, no romance, to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished... No Santa Gaus? Thank God, he lives and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten rmes ten thousand ears from now, he will continue to make gjad the hearts of childhood. Frank Church Cranberry Nut Bread 3 cups sifted flour 4 teaspoons baking powder 1 teaspoon salt 1 cup granulated sugar Grated peel of one orange 1 beaten egg 1 cup milk 2 tablespoons melted butter 1Vz cups cranberries, sliced 1 cup chopped pecans Sift together flour, baking powder, salt and sugar; add grated orange peel. Combine egg, milk and melted butter. Gradually stir In flour mixture. Add sliced cranberries and pecans. Pour Into greased and floured loaf pan. Bake 1 hour at 350. Cool thoroughly, wrap in foil and refrigerate before slicing. This bread makes delicious sandwiches with butter . )r creamed cheese filling. Holiday Fun Dip 2 cups (1 pint) Sour Cream 1 teaspoon salt 1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce 4 drops Tabasco sauce Va teaspoon dry mustard 1 teaspoon dry dill weed 2 tablespoons minced pimiento, rinsed and well-drained 1. Combine aU ingredients and refrigerate 2 hours to blend flavors. - 2. Serve with crisp vegetable dippers such as whole radishes, cauliflower flowerettes, broccoli flowerettes, tiny pickled beets, fresh button mushrooms, raw zucchini strips, cherry tomatoes. TheNight Before Christmas Clement Clarke Moore 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Nat a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung By the chimney 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 in 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 my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flewlike a flash. Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon, on the breast of the. new-fallen snow, Gave a luster 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 whisded, and shouted, and called them by name: "Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and vixen! On, Comet! on, Gipid! on, Dbnder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall! Now, dash away, dash away, dash away, all!" As dry lealves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So. up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With a sleigh full of toys--and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling I heard on the r jor 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. Hs was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And his .clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard oq his chin was as white as the snow. The stump of apipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his nead like a wreath; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. His eves how they twinkled! his dimples now merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry; rfc had a broad face and a litde round belly That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly, rfc was chubby and plump--a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when 1 saw him, in spite of myself. A wink ornis eye. and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. I-fe spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And failed all .the stcdkines; thentiirnedwitha jerk And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chirnney he rose. He sprang to Hs sleigh to his team gave a whisde, - away flew lite die cbwn at athistle; Butt heard him cximtbwoat.td!L'- V Snow Capped Cranberry Mold, 1 cup water 2 envelopes un flavored gelatin -2 (1 lb.) cans whole cranberry sauce 2 teaspoons dried orange peel Va teaspoon salt 1 (3Va oz.) package diced walnuts (about V2 cup) 1. Soften the unflavored gelatin in one-half cup of water. 2. Blend the remaining half cup water with the cranberry sauce and bring to a boil. 3. Add softened gelatin, orange peel and salt to cranberries and continue to heat until gelatin is thoroughly dissolved. 4. Pour into 9 x 9-inch pyrex casserole and chill; when slightly thickened, fold in walnuts; refrigerate until set. 5. Pour prepared topping over gel and refrigerate until set. Topping I 2 teaspoons unflavored gelatin l Va cup water ! 2 cups (1 pint) Sour Cream I Va cup orange marmalade Va teaspoon cinnamon t i 1. Combine sour cream, marmalade and cinnamon; drizzle In I the dissolved gelatin, mixing constantly, and blend thoroughly. Serves 9. " T 1 ' i t 5 ,., . . ,4 X'i-rv'.'i.f:;-y. 3r'; - v (.. |