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T WAS early In the mornln'.
An' the enow was on the ground.
Gee! It looked as If the fairies
Had been workln' all around,
Puttin' down the Christmas ear-
On The St,, an' roofs; an' gardens,
An' the trees all trimmed with lace.
Say" It looked like soft white velvet.
Full of dl'monds, shining bright.
Maybe Santa Claus had dropped em
As he hurried In the night
A? the houses all were quiet
Seemed like people didn't know ,
That Tt sure was Christmas mornln
An' me. walkln' In the snow.
But I didn't want to holler
"Buy your Christmas papers here!
Causi it was so still and quiet.
An' I felt a-kind of queer
an t leaned against the Tallin
Of thlt church there in the square.
An I thought of what folks meant by
When they talked of "house i o , prayer.
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ar.g and clang I heard above me.
An t lie lulls began to ring.
Gee! Imt I was scared a minute,
For It came so sudden like,
But It woke me from my dreainin'.
An', thinks 1, "It's time to hike.''
So 1 chased along an' shouted
tl-'or 1 knew I needn't feir.
Now the church bells was a-ringin')
"Christmas papers! papers here!''
An' the tune them bells was playin'
Followed every place 1 went,
Till I thought I'd go to church there
An' llnd out what Christmas meant.
For to me 'twas just like Sunday,
(I had seen no Santa Claus),
An' I had a bigger paper,
Just like Sunday's always was.
Kids don't think of newsboys Christinas.
For they've got so many toys.
An' their papas don't want readin"
Cause they've got their girls and boys,
An' with watchin' all the young 'uns
Find what Santa Claus has brought.
I might holler all my lungs out
But I'd never get a thought.
So I tramped a good long distance.
Till my papers all were gone,
Then 1 goes back to the church there
An' I linds a service on.
Well! I see I'd missed the first part.
For the kids was up In front.
An" the choir, 1 think they call them,
Had got up to do their stunt.
When they all sat down up yonder
fl was standin' near the door)
a kind-faced bloke he spied me.
says he, "Been here before?
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An he puts me at the ' seu end
An' bthind me was the heat
An I feels so wurm-an' sumething
'i hat I'd never lelt betoro
Ci. es turost me. just like magic
In that beat right near the door.
Then a man gets up in rru.,,l,l,.lTt''
An' he looks so good and klnU
That it seems to me lie s talkiii
ii- iiw.re'H somelhin' on his mind.
An' he tells about borne Jesus.
Who waa born long muc
In a little manger stable
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An' lie talked abou some shepherds
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Briiiuin' told an' other treasures,
T in. us a" perfumed and bweet spiced,
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Which His other name was Cliiltt
Then he talked about the angels,
Singin' songs that Christmas morn,
All about God s Christinas present
To the world-lhis Babe i.ew-boin.
Then thinks I, that's why the choir sang-
,For 1 heard most every vrd
Sang "Oh come, let us adore ""''.
lUt's adore Him. Christ, the Uird.
Then the man he gets to talkiii
W hat this Jesus Christ had doi:e
For to teach us all to follow
In the way that He had gone,
Bein' kind to everybody
W hether they was kind ol not
When you lind a feller busted
Uivvy up what you have gut.
You should make It up at Christmas.
An'. Ihlnks 1. "1 wonder how."
Then the music started coin'
An' the pe pie stood to sing.
An' 1 heard the words come, plainly.
"Glory to the new-born King."
An' that music of the organ,
People singin', all but me.
An' the evergreens an' holly
An' the llnhts. Oh. lordy me!
Kiiv, 1 never felt no fcclin's
Like the ones 1 felt Hint day.
For 1 felt full up to bustln'
An' I thought I'd sneak away.
You'd just think you sce'd the picture
Angels, wise men, new-born King
When the music tilled the church with
"Hark, the herald angels sing."
So 1 breaks nway light sudden
When the people all sits down,
An' it's me to get some dinner
In a "resturong" uptown.
An' I thinks I'll have some turkey,
Blow mvself to some mince pie.
An' "I'll have a little Christmas
of my own today," thinks I.
Well. I walks on to the comer.
An' I tell you what I sees
There Is scttln' Shorty Johnson
Willi lils miners on his knees.
Here's my chance, says I, to guy
'C:Mise his papers wasn't sold.
But I couldn't help a thlnkln'
What the preacher man had told
llow n feller must be decent
On the blessed Christmas morn;
llow he mustn't scrap, nor nothln',
'Cause this Jesus Christ was born.
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Me an' Shorty had a list light
Just a week or two ago
I'd been waltin' to get even.
An" it s now I had a show.
But them words they kept a-ringln'
In my ears just like a bell,
So I edges up to Shorty.
An' says I. "Say. can t you sell.
Shorty turns around an' sees me,
Never says a word at all.
An' says 1. "Come with me, Shorty,
An' 1 11 help ye sell 'em all.
Shorty looks at me a minute,
. . .. v, Wall o. hm a the ioke.
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says I, "l ve been to cnurcn men-.
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tells him all the story
So
What I heard the preacher say.
How we'd got to be forglvtn .
Cause it was the Christmas day.
Shorty's eyes looked kind o dim like,
An' a lump was In his throat.
An' I tried to talk some further,
But I couldn't peep a note.
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So we kind o' shakes our paws there
An' says nothln' that's our ways;
Guess lt'B all the same to Jesus
When we does Just what He pays.
Well we goes an" sells the paptrs,
An' we hollers everything
"Buy your extra Christmas number,
Hark, the herald angels sing.
"Christ mas papers! Christ mas papers!
Glory to the new-born King!
"Buy your special Christmas extras
Hark, the herald angels sing!
Then we geU a turkey dinner.
Blows ourselves to cake and pie.
Shorty says: "1 like this Christmas.
"An' I like it, too," says I.
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All our Christmas earnin's spent
Then 1 dreams an angel asks me
If I knew what Christmas meant.
An says I. "I like this Christmas;
Me an' Shorty now is ""?,'
Then the angel smiles an tells me
"That Is how the kingdom comes.
Then I asks about that kingdom.
What its meanin' was to me,
An' It says, "You've done your duty
Keep on lovln -you shall see
Well I don't quite get the meanin
Of the words that angel said.
But I've made It up with Shorty,
An' he's sharln" now my bed.
There I thinks I gets the story
What the preacher man he sends.
How that Christmas Is more joyful
If your enemies is friends;
An' I feel a lump a-rlsln'
An' I wish that I could fmB
Like the kids what's in the church there,
"Glory to the new-born King.
THOMAS J. KHM.Y.
December 12, 1902.
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