. St. Nicholas [serial]. igh-bor) transformed his dreary room into what seemed tohim a little paradise? There was a fire in the grate—a fire that actually crackled ! There was an arm-chairin front of it, and slippers ! Slippers such as he hadnever seen.—There was a new quilt on the bed, and—wonder of wonders—a beautiful little Christmas treeall trimmed and lighted stood in the corner, and seemedlike an angel to keep light and sunshine in this paradise. Pinned to the tree was a note saying: Merry Christ-mas from a friend ! It was not a dream and did not melt as he expect:d. The good fairy had t
. St. Nicholas [serial]. igh-bor) transformed his dreary room into what seemed tohim a little paradise? There was a fire in the grate—a fire that actually crackled ! There was an arm-chairin front of it, and slippers ! Slippers such as he hadnever seen.—There was a new quilt on the bed, and—wonder of wonders—a beautiful little Christmas treeall trimmed and lighted stood in the corner, and seemedlike an angel to keep light and sunshine in this paradise. Pinned to the tree was a note saying: Merry Christ-mas from a friend ! It was not a dream and did not melt as he expect:d. The good fairy had the pleasure of knowing that herefforts had been successful and that the little musiciansChristmas was a happy one. A CHRISTMAS STORY{By Tommy Kitten) BY NORMAN JOHNSON (aGE I3) It was a day I shall never forget—a day so full of ex-citement that by night I was more than ready for mysoft bed by the kitchen stove. At about five oclock I awoke with a start as mymaster gral)bed nie in his arms, crying : Come, Tommy,. THE rAMll Y ] KT. 1;\ MM;Y P. WHEELER, AGE 12. and see the Christmas tree and your present. Christ-mas tree! Present! I thought. To be sure I hadclimbed many trees after birds, but had never comeacross a Christmas tree or a present. By this time we had arrived in the study. There satthe whole familyand—Why ! thatmust be the Christ-mas tree ! I ex-claimed. And sucha nice tree, cov-ered with shinythings. With agreat effort Isquirmed from mymaster and madea di\ e at a tempt-ing bird whichperched proudlyon a branch. Crash! Downcame tree andtrimmings, nearlyfrightening me todeath. NaughtyTommy ! Bad cat IAll those trim-mings smashed !Such were the re-marks which mademe creep shame-facedly away. But then camemy they called a present ! A collar with bells. Everystep I took, it jingled (how could I catch mice?) makingme thoroughly miserable. The rest of the day I played with ribbon, holly, tis-sue-paper, et cetera, and, as I said before, was dog-{lu/
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