StNicholas [serial] . DECEMBER HEADING. BY MARJORIE LE MAY, AGE 7 (SILVER BADGE.) THE CHRISTMAS TREE. BY GLADYS C. EDGERLY (AGE II).(Honor Member.)The fleecy snow has clothed the earth In robes of magic weave;The pale moon shines upon the sceneAnd heralds Christmas Eve. Within the room, a bright fire burns ; Two stockings hang near by;Upon the pillow two small heads In peaceful slumber lie. From out the sky a silver glow Of moonlight fills the roomWhere heavy laden branches now In wondrous beauty bloom. A tall and stately evergreen—Adorned with candles bright— Dolls, toys, and pretty trinkets,
StNicholas [serial] . DECEMBER HEADING. BY MARJORIE LE MAY, AGE 7 (SILVER BADGE.) THE CHRISTMAS TREE. BY GLADYS C. EDGERLY (AGE II).(Honor Member.)The fleecy snow has clothed the earth In robes of magic weave;The pale moon shines upon the sceneAnd heralds Christmas Eve. Within the room, a bright fire burns ; Two stockings hang near by;Upon the pillow two small heads In peaceful slumber lie. From out the sky a silver glow Of moonlight fills the roomWhere heavy laden branches now In wondrous beauty bloom. A tall and stately evergreen—Adorned with candles bright— Dolls, toys, and pretty trinkets, too,Bears on its boughs to-night. Drums, trumpets, colored tinsels fine, They all are hanging there ;And swinging lightly oer them floats The Christmas angel fair. The hearth-fire now is burning low, The stars fade fast away,The sun in all his glory comes To welcome Christmas HEADING. BY ROSALIND ELEANOR WEISSBEIN, AGE 14. (HONOR MEMBER.) MY FAVORITE CHRISTMAS STORY. BY BEULAH ELIZABETH AMIDON (AGE 12). The fire in the great, open fireplace crackled and dancedas the two children sat on their crickets before it, seeing inthe flames the scene of revelry be-ing enacted all through merryEngland on that Christmas Eve. Dost remember the lastChristmas, sister ? said James,a stout lad of twelve years. Aye, brother, answered Pa-tience, and the sweets ourgrandmother made. I was butten then. Remember, too, thelittle tree with its gay , for a sight of old Englandagain! and the bright blue eyeswere dim with tears. My lassie shall have a sightof old England again, said goodMistress Gray, een if I getbanished as did poor Roger Wil-~ Hams, God bless him! Thevoice quivered for an instant, andthen went on. Go thou, James, and cut ayoung fir, and thou, Patience, tiethese colored bits of cloth aboutthose pine-cones. As she spoke Mistress Grayfastened her heavy sha
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