■■ T,|f kaBBf^ti i#-:z>z -^^ fjp%,/ A CHRISTMAS PROBLEM. What do you think my grandmother said,Telling Christmas stories to meTo-night, when I went and coaxed and coaxed,Laying my head upon her knee? She thinks (she really told me so)That good Saint Nicholas, long ago,Was old and grayAs he is… … She thinks hes driven through frost and snows,As every Christmas comes and goes,With jingling bells and a bag of toys,Ho, ho ! for good little girls and boys,With a carol gayAnd a Clear the way!For a rollicking, merry Christinasday,—With just exactly the same reindeersPrancing on, for a thousand…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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