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Show Dear Santa Claus: My mother she Says what she wishes you'd bring me On Christmas Is a heart that's kind And and oh, yes, the wish to mind. And happy smiles for every day And goodness that won't wear away. Dwar Santa Claua, please won't you brln These all on Christmas everything My mother wishes that you would? 4.nd and a sled that's strong and good. And I would like to have a gun The kind that shoots an Iron one. My father told me if I'd write And ask you for It that you might Bring me the wleh to study well And learn to read and write and spll. And thankfulness for limbs that's straight And youth and health that's simply great Friend Santa, bring them all and I'll B good and cheerful all the while; But If I can't have everything My parents say they wish you'd bring. And If I can't have only one, Why, please, I'd rather have the gun. QEORQIEL A Preference. "Bobbie, would you rather find you Christmas present ln your stocking oi on a tree?" "I'd rather have It on a tree, 'cau there's more room there." Wlte King Solomon. "King Solomon bad a great head, all right." "Certainly. He was the wisest man who ever lived." "I guess he wag. He had all thos wives of hiB before thers was any such thing as Christmas." Independence. "Well," said the good man, patting little Willie on the head, "have you. I written to Santa Claus?" I "No," replied the child. "I heard papa and mamma talkin' about what fhey were goln' to give me, one night , when they thought I was aslewl,, and ' if old Santa doesn't want to stop ! Iiere without gettin' Invited he caa I Irlve on." i |