I’d love to stay awhile
And have a feast with you.”
“Sit right down and make yourself at home, and a Merrie Xmas to you, Mr. Yellow Dog Tramp,” said the little rabbits.
“But you mustn’t bark,” added Lady Love, the little rabbit’s mother, “the fairies might come and carry away the Xmas tree.”
MR. WICKED WOLF
Well, the Xmas tree didn’t run back to the friendly forest as I feared it might in the last story. It stayed right in the little house in the Old Bramble Patch, and the night after Xmas when the little Black Cricket came out on the hearth, that dear little Xmas tree began to sing:
“Oh, I have had my heart’s delight,
I’ve been a Xmas tree,
All hung with candles shining bright
And tinsel fair to see.