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Christmas 9
Christmas Minstrelsy 17
A Christmas Lullaby 21
The Old Oak-tree's Last Dream 23
Little Gottlieb 31
Tiny Tim's Christmas Dinner 36
Christmas Carol 46
Last Night, as I lay Sleeping 47
Christmas Day in London 49
Under the Holly-bough 53
The Little Match-girl 55
A Rocking Hymn 60
In Memoriam 66

Now that the time is come wherein
Our Saviour Christ was born,
The larders full of beef and pork,
The garners filled with corn;
As God hath plenty to thee sent,
Take comfort of thy labors,
And let it never thee repent
To feast thy needy neighbors.

The winter thorn
Blossoms at Christmas, mindful of our Lord.
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
This bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;
The nights are wholesome,—then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, no witch hath power to charm,
So hallowed and so gracious is the time.

It was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us! And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God bless Us, Every One!

At Christmas play and make good cheer
For Christmas comes but once a year.

Extract from "The Sketch Book"
of Washington Irving.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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