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is in the way, sir, Ev'ry sweet and happy chime Tells of Christmas day, sir. _Chorus._-- Christmas it is coming, now, Don't you hear the bells, sir? Happy Christmas time is here, To the world we tell, sir. * * * * * =Santa's Helpers.= By M. NORA BOYLAN. The fairies and brownies on last Christmas-tide Decided to open their hearts very wide, And spend extra time, throughout the whole year, In helping their grandfather--Santa Claus dear. "Our fingers are nimble. We'll quickly make toys Enough to supply all the girls and the boys, And Santa may watch us to see if it's right, So all will be ready before Christmas night." Then bravely they all went to work with a will, And soon all was quiet in workshop and mill; For old Santa said, "Enough, and well done, We've toys enough now to make all kinds of fun." We thank you, old Santa, and your helpers, too, For all of the many kind things that you do; And should you need more help in making your toys, Just call on your small friends, the girls and the boys. * * * * * =Christmas Eve.= (This must be spoken as if singing a lullaby to a baby, with motions indicating the sleeping child near.) Oh, hush thee, little dear, my soul, The evening shades are falling; Hush thee, my dear, dost thou not hear The voice of the Master calling? Deep lies the snow upon the earth, But all the sky is ringing With joyous song, and all night long The stars shall dance with singing. Oh, hush thee, little dear, my soul, And close thine eyes in dreaming, And angels fair shall lead thee where The singing stars are beaming. A shepherd calls his little lambs, And he longeth to caress them; He bids them rest upon his breast, That his tender love may bless them. So, hush thee, little dear, my soul, Whilst evening shades are falling, And above the song of the heavenly throng Thou shall hear the Master calling. --_Eugene Field._ * * * * * =Santa Claus's Visit.= By SUSIE M. BEST. With a click and a clack And a great big pack, Down through the chimney, Pretty nimbly Somebody comes on Christmas eve! If we are r
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