GRACE MARGARET GALLAHER BETTY stood at her door, gazing drearily down the long, empty corridor in which the breakfast gong echoed mournfully. All the usual brisk scenes of that hou...
ELIZABETH HARRISON THE following story is one of many which has drifted down to us from the story-loving nurseries and hearthstones of Germany. I cannot recall when I first had it...
OLIVE THORNE MILLER "I DECLARE for 't, to-morrow is Christmas Day an' I clean forgot all about it," said old Ann, the washerwoman, pausing in her work and holding the flatiron susp...
JAMES WEBER LINN "DID you see this committee yesterday, Mr. Mathews?" asked the philanthropist. His secretary looked up. "Yes, sir." "You recommend them then?" "Yes, sir." "For fif...
ELBRIDGE S. BROOKS THERE was just enough of December in the air and of May in the sky to make the Yuletide of the year of grace 1611 a time of pleasure and delight to every boy and...
MRS. M. A. L. LANE IT WAS the day before Christmas in the year 189--. Snow was falling heavily in the streets of Boston, but the crowd of shoppers seemed undiminished. As the storm...
OLIVER BELL BUNCE "I HATE holidays," said Bachelor Bluff to me, with some little irritation, on a Christmas a few years ago. Then he paused an instant, after which he resumed: "I d...
JOSEPH MILLS HANSON THE outside door swung open suddenly, letting a cloud of steam into the small, hot kitchen. Charlie Moore, a milk pail in one hand, a lantern in the other, clos...
OLIVE THORNE MILLER IT BEGINS with a bit of gossip of a neighbour who had come in to see Miss Bennett, and was telling her about a family who had lately moved into the place and we...
I. I always give myself a Christmas present. And on this particular year the present was a Carol party,--which is about as good fun, all things consenting kindly, as a man can have...
Once upon a time there was a young girl, who had the pretty name of Oello. I say, once upon a time, because I do not know when the time was,--nor do I know what the place was,--tho...
AUBREY DE VERE They leave the land of gems and gold, The shining portals of the East; For Him, the woman's Seed foretold, They leave the revel and the feast. To earth their sceptre...
ANON Written in the Chapel of the Manger, in the Convent Church of Bethlehem, Palestine: In the fields where, long ago, Dropping tears, amid the leaves, Ruth's young feet went to a...
TUDOR JENKS When mother-love makes all things bright, When joy comes with the morning light, When children gather round their tree, Thou Christmas Babe, We sing of Thee! When manho...
ANON There are sounds in the sky when the year grows old, And the winds of the winter blow-- When night and the moon are clear and cold, And the stars shine on the snow, Or wild is...
CHARLES DICKENS "YO HO! my boys," said Fezziwig. "No more work to-night! Christmas Eve, Dick! Christmas, Ebenezer! Let's have the shutters up!" cried old Fezziwig with a sharp clap...
Copyright, 1908, by M. E. Anderson The Goblins' Christmas By Elizabeth Anderson Illustrated by Alexander Sharp Los Angeles Segnogram Publishing Co. 1908 upon a time I visited Fairy...