Where no pallid pie of mincemeat, dares to look me in the face;
Where I don't see coloured plates from Christmas Numbers on the wall,
Where, in fact, I can forget that it is Christmas-time at all!
A REMINISCENCE.
Aunt Molly (on hospitable thoughts intent). "You shall have this Bedroom, Mike—the same that you had last Christmas!"
Mike. "Oh, not that Bedroom, Aunt Molly!—it's choke full of Dreams!"