"'Twas the night before Christmas,"
and the others chimed in:
"and all through the house
[114] Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse."
A moment later Aunt Zélie's quiet was invaded.
"Nothing makes me feel more like Christmas than that old rhyme," she said, as the laughing children gathered around her.
"Talk to us about Christmas, Auntie, please," said Louise.
"Could you possibly talk about anything else?" she asked. "What is it that makes this such a happy time?"
"Why," answered Carl, "it is because it is such fun to give presents to people, and know you are sure to get a lot yourself."
"Yes, it is because every one tries to make some one else happy. Why do we keep Christ's birthday in this way?"
"Because he came to make us happy, I suppose," said Bess.