| Something new about
Christmas? Why, what were half so sweet As the old, old way of keeping The day our glad hearts greet? The old, old chimes are dearest; The old, old songs are best; It's the old, old gladness welling Within each joyous breast. Then my little lad said slyly, "Remember, if that's true, That your old, old way, mamma dear, Was to give me something new." |
Alice W. Rollins.
By M.N.B.
(An introductory recitation for a Christmas program.)
| Christmas time for boys and
girls Is a happy day, For we go to grandmamma's And eat and sing and play. Grandma does not say to us— "Stop that horrid noise," 'Cause she understands we can't, When we're "only boys." And she lets the girls play house, In the garret old, And when they strew things around, Grandma doesn't scold. But we ought to pick them up, Even on Christmas day, For we shouldn't make kind friends Trouble with our play. Yes, we love the Christmas time Best of all the year, We have waited for it long, Now, at last, it's here. |
By C. PHILLIPS.