There, upon the faintest jingle of my sleigh bells drawing nigh
To triumphant watch my fingers pile the tiny stockings high;
And so certain was the conquest that the elf was bound to make,
I was downright sorry, darling, to the pretty picture break.
It was pleasant to be welcomed by a most enticing view,
Of a dainty bit of muslin and a golden lock or two.
As I crept up close and closer to the crimson curtained chair,
Well, a secret’s none in telling, some one, slyly kissed her there.
When those baby eyes were blinking in the rosy morning light,
They were just too late to see me as I bounded out of sight.”
Little Can’t-Wait shyly dimples, firm this Christmas eve to keep,
And to not be caught “a-napping,” even though she is asleep.
MAKE IT A PLEASURE.
Make it a pleasure, the task you would shun,
Joy beyond measure will follow “well done!”
There is no trouble that cannot be eased,
Bliss will redouble when others are pleased.
Make it a pleasure to work while you may,
Time is a treasure, the crown of to-day;
Hard is the waiting with nothing to do,
Stand not debating but carry things through.
Make it a pleasure to help people thrive,
Man may not measure, he only may strive;
There is no trouble that cannot be eased,
Bliss will redouble when others are pleased.