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Show i&m Tly the season of kindling the fire of hospitality in the . M halt, the genial fire of charity inthe heart. ISfl ' 'Washington Irving jffl Christmas is here, a W & Merry old Christmas, J L tyft-Yepring, heprt-touching, mmm"m Joy-tmnging Christmas, of gram memories, Q king of the year! fjj Washington Irving jest 'Fore Christmas jpf Eugene Held t LA Father calls me William, sister call me Will, Pi Mther calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill! Lk Mghry glad I ain't a girl-ruther be a boy, r Without them sashes, curls, an' things that's wm by Fauntleroy! i J Love to chawnk green apples an' go swirrrnin' in the lake- y Hate to take the castor-ile they give for belly-ache! . 'Most all the time, the whole year round, there ain't no flies on me IwJl But jest 'fore Christmas Urn as good as 1 kin be! S Got a yeller dog named Sport, sick him on the cat; . J L First thing she Knows she doesn t know where she is at! Got a clipper sled, an' when us kids goes out to slide, msf 'Long comes the grocery cart, an' we all hook a ride! rj But sometimes when the. grocery man is worrited an' cross. w He reaches at us with his whip, an' larrups up his boss, An' then I laff an' holler, ' 'Oh, ye never teched me 4 4 itSS But jest 'fore Christmas I'm as good as I kin be! StjJ" Gran'ma says she hopes that when I git to be a man, LL I'll be a nissionarer like her oldest brother Dan, s As was et up by the cannibals that live in Ceylon's Isle, O Wiere every prospeck pleases, an' only man is vile! viz But gran'ma she has never been to see a Wild West show, fe$H$ Nor read the life of Daniel Boone, or else I guess she'd know Kill That BufFlo Bill an' cowboys is gpod enough for me! atfjj Excep' jest 'fore Christmas, when I'm as good as I Ion be! rj And then old Sport he hangs around, so solemn-like an' still. His eyes they seem a-sayin : "Wiat's the matter, little Billr" I f The old cat sneaks, down off her perch an' wonders what's become W Of them two enemies of hem that used to make things hum! Jm& But I am so perlite an' tend so earnestly to biz. Wm Tte mother says, to father "Ffaw improved our Willie is!" Mm But father, navin been a boy hisself, suspicions me o UJ a When, jest 'fore Christmas, I'm as good as I kin be! If For Christmas, with its lots an' lots of candies, cakes an' toys, v - Was made, they say, for proper lads an' not for naughty boys; So wash ver face an' bresh her hair, an' nind yer p s and q s, PWwj And don t bust out yer pantaloons, and don't wear out yer shoes; l5Pw,39n Sav "Yessum" to the ladies, and "Yessur" to the men, Km jfifl An' when they's company, don't pass yet plate for pie again; ff vL ff M But, thinlan' of the things yer'd like to see upon that tree, JiJl Jest 'fore Christmas be as gpod as yer kin be! l-- |