At Christmas Eve beside the fire, and Christmas songs were sung.
And after breakfast, Christmas Day, to church we all must go
And hear the Christmas sermon—it was rather long, I know.
But then, I always liked it, because, just back of me,
Sat Philip Deane, and he and I were dearest chums, you see;
And after church we walked back home together, he and I.
I used to think when he was near the sermons weren’t so dry.
(No. 6 Tableau—Grandma and Philip.)
Dear Phil! He grew so tall and strong—the handsomest of all.
I remember how he danced with me at Susan Elmer’s ball.