StNicholas [serial] . e,and all the other beautiful holiday stories will be read, per-haps, when Eugene Fields little tale is forgotten ; but tome it will always be inexpressibly dear. For I read itnow in memory of those hours of my babyhood, and as Iread I hear my fathers voice again, and see his face, withits strange light, in the words Thou shalt walk with mein My Fathers Kingdom. THE CHRISTMAS TREE. BY CAROLYN1 BULLEY (AGE 15). {Silver Badge.) In at the window, in at the door, How comes the Christmas tree ?Whether by daylight, whether by night, No one can ever see. Out through the keyhole,
StNicholas [serial] . e,and all the other beautiful holiday stories will be read, per-haps, when Eugene Fields little tale is forgotten ; but tome it will always be inexpressibly dear. For I read itnow in memory of those hours of my babyhood, and as Iread I hear my fathers voice again, and see his face, withits strange light, in the words Thou shalt walk with mein My Fathers Kingdom. THE CHRISTMAS TREE. BY CAROLYN1 BULLEY (AGE 15). {Silver Badge.) In at the window, in at the door, How comes the Christmas tree ?Whether by daylight, whether by night, No one can ever see. Out through the keyhole, under the door, The scent spreads dancing eye and excited gasp, We whisper : The tree is there. A year of waiting—-a century most, At last the hour is voice cries, suddenly: Children, come; And we rush to the door with a cheer. The door flies open, there it stands, Mysterious, dazzling, bright !It comes in a day, bringing joy to all, And is gone again in a night. 182 ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE [Dec,. CHIEF RUNNING WATER. BY PHYLLIS R. NEWBY, AGE 15(SILVER BADGE.) THE CHILDRENS CHRISTMAS TREE. BY RHENA FRANCES HOWE (AGE ll).{Silver Badge.)Up in the pasture bleak and bare,It softly swayed in the frosty air;Lonely it looked there, all alone,Framed by a background of wood and stone. Up the rocky path they sped,Jessie and Joe, Bessie and had an ax and Bessie a rope;Four young people so full of hope. Soon the graceful tree they spied,And bore it home with them, in was a merry game of horse you see,With Jessie and Joe harnessed up to the tree. And Bessie drove each prancingsteed, While Ned, with ax, was taking thelead. And Baby looked on, with wonder-ing eyes, As into their house they bore theirprize. And puss, in the rocker, looked onin content; As she purred and remembered theChristmas she d spent. With popcorn and candy theytrimmed up the tree, And they skipped off to bed in ex-pectant glee.
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