Show everybody celebrates it there is a charm in christmas we have all read of the old miser scrooge who was carried by three spirits on christmas day as on the wings of the wind and in all the strange transit the influence of the day was seen and heard not only on the streets of pomp and pride but in the narrow huts on bleak moors up and down in the mean cold tenement houses there was a glow and a heart of song among men digging and delving in the pit to force from old mother earth her riches men transformed into the active pick axe and spade was a new breathing a day as the days of other men on shipboard as the bark sped on the bleak and heaving sea a christmas tune was hummed and every man on board good or bad had a kinder look for his fellows and even in a solitary lighthouse built upon a dismal reef of sunken rocks some leagues or so fr frym m shore on whick which the waters chafed chafee and dashed the wild year through the solitary watchers joining their horny hands over the rough table wished each other a merry christmas |