Jack laughed. “Why, don’t you see?” he cried; “you have given me just the same thing. I have had a great time, too.”
“Mother,” said Jack, as he was going to bed, “I have had a splendid Christmas, but I wish I had had something to give you besides the hours.”
“My darling,” said his mother, “you have given me the best gift of all—yourself!”
SILVER BELLS
Across the snow the Silver Bells
Come near and yet more near;
Each Day and Night, each Night and Day
They tinkle soft and clear.
’Tis Father Christmas on his way
Across the winter Snows;
While on his sleigh the Silver Bells
Keep chiming as he goes.
I listen for them in the Night,
I listen all the Day,
I think these merry Silver Bells
Are long, long on the way!
Hamish Hendry.