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His  reindeer  team  a jinking
                                         And  their  hool-beats  falling fast.
                                       Ilis  furs  are  black  with  chimney  soot,
                                          His  beard is  white  with  .snow,
                                       His  sleigh  is  full  of pretty  toys,
                                          You  ought  to  hear  him  go 1


                                       He  lights  upon  the  sleety roof
                                         And  doesn't stop  a  minute,
                                       lie  jumps  upon the chimney  tup,
                                         And  down  he plumps  within  it,
                                       He pauses  011  the  hearthstone,
                                         And  he  ti:.kes  a  little peep
                                       To  sec  if all the curly  heads
                                         Arc  safe  in  bed  asleep.


                                       He  goes  about  011  tiptoe,
                                         Nor makes  a  hit  of noist,
                                       He  fills  up  all  the  stockings
                                         With sugar  plums  and  toys ;
                                       And  then  he gives  a  little  laugh,
                                         Pops  up  the  chimney quick.
                                      And  off he jingles  on  the  wind,
                                         The jolly  old  Saint  Nick.




                                                    OUR  CHRISTMAS.

                                       W     E  didn’t  have  much  of  a  Christmas,
                                                My papa  and  Rosie  and  me,
                                             For  mamma  Jd  gone  out to  the prison
                                         To trim  up the  poor prisoners'  tree;
                                       And  Ethel,  my big  grown-up  sister,
                                         Was  down  at  the  ’syhim  all  day,
                                      To  help  at the  great turkey  dinner,
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