He ran through the house, stumbled down stairs and into the back parlor. His father was snoring on a mattress of Yuletide parcels. His mother was curled up on a divan under the smoking piano lamp. Her hands were clutching strands of gold cord and her hair was pillowed in pink tissue paper. She was burbling in her sleep.
Little Ulie bent down to hear what she was saying. He made out faintly;
"Mishing you a Werry Muschris and a Nappy Hoosier."
End of Project Gutenberg's Mrs. Budlong's Christmas Presents, by Rupert Hughes