Hang a ’tocking over yonder; clear the corner for the toys,
Then just write a line to tell him I’m the very best of boys;
And, oh mamma, when you write it, write it bid so he can hear,
For he didn’t see our chimney as he hurried by last year;
Oh, I should be dreadful sorry if to-night he passed again,
So be careful, mamma darling, and be sure and write it plain.
Pin it close beside the mantle where he cannot fail to see,
Tissmas is so long in coming to a little chap like me.”
A HERO.
Every man’s a hero who dares
And forbears.
Every man’s a hero who will stand
Faithful to the interests at hand.
Where so e’er its starry folds we see
Ours shall be the banner of the free;
Gladly, boldly, battle for the right
Day follows night.
BABY’S CHRISTMAS.
Baby’s face is in a glow,
Baby’s eyes are bright
Oh, would you the reason know?
Santa comes to-night.
Santa Claus of whom she’s heard,
Heard but never met;
Santa Claus—a magic word,
With what joy beset.
Baby’s heart is beating fast,
Beating with delight;
“Here is Santa; come at last!”
Is the darling right?
Papa’s feet are at the door
Papa’s arms are wide,
Precious kisses, gems galore,
Sweetest gifts provide.
Baby journeys off to rest,
Cuddled close and warm
In the arms she loves the best,
Safe from every storm.
And she has the strangest dream
Seeing Santa stand,
Chirping to his reindeer team,
Trophies in his hand.