(k ept)(t ire d)(d id)cr eptf ireh id(r ock)(l oud)hungst ock ingcl oud sbe foreTHE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
It was the night before Christmas.Baby hung up her stocking.She hung it by the big fire-place.Tom hung his there, too.“Come, Baby,” said Tom.“We must go to bed.You know who comes to-night.”Then they crept quietly away to bed.They lay so still, listening, listening.But not a sound could be heard.
It was the night before Christmas.Baby hung up her stocking.She hung it by the big fire-place.Tom hung his there, too.“Come, Baby,” said Tom.“We must go to bed.You know who comes to-night.”Then they crept quietly away to bed.They lay so still, listening, listening.But not a sound could be heard.
It was the night before Christmas.Baby hung up her stocking.She hung it by the big fire-place.Tom hung his there, too.“Come, Baby,” said Tom.“We must go to bed.You know who comes to-night.”Then they crept quietly away to bed.They lay so still, listening, listening.But not a sound could be heard.
It was the night before Christmas.
Baby hung up her stocking.
She hung it by the big fire-place.
Tom hung his there, too.
“Come, Baby,” said Tom.
“We must go to bed.
You know who comes to-night.”
Then they crept quietly away to bed.
They lay so still, listening, listening.
But not a sound could be heard.
What did they think they would hear?Soon their tired little eyes were closing.They were fast asleep.Outside it was cold, so cold.Ice was all around.Wind was blowing; snow was flying.Cold clouds hid the blue sky.Yet over all moon and stars were shining brightly.
What did they think they would hear?Soon their tired little eyes were closing.They were fast asleep.Outside it was cold, so cold.Ice was all around.Wind was blowing; snow was flying.Cold clouds hid the blue sky.Yet over all moon and stars were shining brightly.
What did they think they would hear?Soon their tired little eyes were closing.They were fast asleep.Outside it was cold, so cold.Ice was all around.Wind was blowing; snow was flying.Cold clouds hid the blue sky.Yet over all moon and stars were shining brightly.
What did they think they would hear?
Soon their tired little eyes were closing.
They were fast asleep.
Outside it was cold, so cold.
Ice was all around.
Wind was blowing; snow was flying.
Cold clouds hid the blue sky.
Yet over all moon and stars were shining brightly.
At last the moon peeped out.She peeped through the cold clouds.She looked far down at the cold world.Her rays fell upon a beautiful sight.There was dear old Santa Claus with sleigh and reindeer.They were flying from house to house.They were rushing over ice and snow.Down the chimneys Santa went.In one house he found two stockings.They hung side by side.They hung by the fire-place.We know who hung them there.Santa filled them full as they could hold.He filled them up to the very top.“Good!” said Santa, “good!How glad Tom and Baby will be!They have just what they want!”Back up the chimney Santa went.Into his big sleigh he jumped.“Get up, get up, reindeer!”Then away and away they flew!So they kept on leaving their good things all the night through.
At last the moon peeped out.She peeped through the cold clouds.She looked far down at the cold world.Her rays fell upon a beautiful sight.There was dear old Santa Claus with sleigh and reindeer.They were flying from house to house.They were rushing over ice and snow.Down the chimneys Santa went.In one house he found two stockings.They hung side by side.They hung by the fire-place.We know who hung them there.Santa filled them full as they could hold.He filled them up to the very top.“Good!” said Santa, “good!How glad Tom and Baby will be!They have just what they want!”Back up the chimney Santa went.Into his big sleigh he jumped.“Get up, get up, reindeer!”Then away and away they flew!So they kept on leaving their good things all the night through.
At last the moon peeped out.She peeped through the cold clouds.She looked far down at the cold world.Her rays fell upon a beautiful sight.There was dear old Santa Claus with sleigh and reindeer.They were flying from house to house.They were rushing over ice and snow.Down the chimneys Santa went.In one house he found two stockings.They hung side by side.They hung by the fire-place.We know who hung them there.Santa filled them full as they could hold.He filled them up to the very top.“Good!” said Santa, “good!How glad Tom and Baby will be!They have just what they want!”Back up the chimney Santa went.Into his big sleigh he jumped.“Get up, get up, reindeer!”Then away and away they flew!So they kept on leaving their good things all the night through.
At last the moon peeped out.
She peeped through the cold clouds.
She looked far down at the cold world.
Her rays fell upon a beautiful sight.
There was dear old Santa Claus with sleigh and reindeer.
They were flying from house to house.
They were rushing over ice and snow.
Down the chimneys Santa went.
In one house he found two stockings.
They hung side by side.
They hung by the fire-place.
We know who hung them there.
Santa filled them full as they could hold.
He filled them up to the very top.
“Good!” said Santa, “good!
How glad Tom and Baby will be!
They have just what they want!”
Back up the chimney Santa went.
Into his big sleigh he jumped.
“Get up, get up, reindeer!”
Then away and away they flew!
So they kept on leaving their good things all the night through.
THE DOLL AND THE SLED
It was night.Santa had gone up the chimney.A new sled was by Tom’s stocking.It was a bright red sled.“Are you awake, doll?” called the sled.“I am,” answered the doll.“Where are you?” asked the sled.“Here, in this stocking,” said the doll.The sled looked up.There was a dear little doll peeping out of Baby’s stocking.“Well, here we are in our new home,” said the doll.“How do you like it?”“It is a good home,” said the sled.“I think we should be happy here.Santa brought me to the little boy who lives in this house.I think I will like him.I know he will like me.I am so bright and new.”“He ought to like you,” said the doll.“You are a nice sled.You are so bright and new.I am for a dear little girl.Santa calls her Baby.He says she will be kind to me.He says she will love me.Do you think she will?I know I will love her.Santa brought her a new hood.It is such a warm little hood!”“Hush!” said the sled.“Quick! Get back into the stocking!I hear some one coming!”“Who can it be?” asked the doll.“I think it is mother,” said the sled.“Oh, dear,” said the doll.“It may be Tom or Baby.”“No,” answered the sled.“They will not come till morning.They are in their beds.They are asleep now.Hush! Be quiet.Some one is coming near.”The doll crept back into the stocking.The sled lay down, too.How quiet they were!Mother came in.She made a light.Then she looked around.She saw the new sled.It lay close to Tom’s stocking.She looked into Baby’s stocking.She saw the new doll.She saw the new hood.She saw many other things.But not a sound did she hear.“Santa has been here,” she said.Then she went away quietly.All was quiet till Christmas morning.
It was night.Santa had gone up the chimney.A new sled was by Tom’s stocking.It was a bright red sled.“Are you awake, doll?” called the sled.“I am,” answered the doll.“Where are you?” asked the sled.“Here, in this stocking,” said the doll.The sled looked up.There was a dear little doll peeping out of Baby’s stocking.“Well, here we are in our new home,” said the doll.“How do you like it?”“It is a good home,” said the sled.“I think we should be happy here.Santa brought me to the little boy who lives in this house.I think I will like him.I know he will like me.I am so bright and new.”“He ought to like you,” said the doll.“You are a nice sled.You are so bright and new.I am for a dear little girl.Santa calls her Baby.He says she will be kind to me.He says she will love me.Do you think she will?I know I will love her.Santa brought her a new hood.It is such a warm little hood!”“Hush!” said the sled.“Quick! Get back into the stocking!I hear some one coming!”“Who can it be?” asked the doll.“I think it is mother,” said the sled.“Oh, dear,” said the doll.“It may be Tom or Baby.”“No,” answered the sled.“They will not come till morning.They are in their beds.They are asleep now.Hush! Be quiet.Some one is coming near.”The doll crept back into the stocking.The sled lay down, too.How quiet they were!Mother came in.She made a light.Then she looked around.She saw the new sled.It lay close to Tom’s stocking.She looked into Baby’s stocking.She saw the new doll.She saw the new hood.She saw many other things.But not a sound did she hear.“Santa has been here,” she said.Then she went away quietly.All was quiet till Christmas morning.
It was night.Santa had gone up the chimney.A new sled was by Tom’s stocking.It was a bright red sled.“Are you awake, doll?” called the sled.“I am,” answered the doll.“Where are you?” asked the sled.“Here, in this stocking,” said the doll.The sled looked up.There was a dear little doll peeping out of Baby’s stocking.“Well, here we are in our new home,” said the doll.“How do you like it?”“It is a good home,” said the sled.“I think we should be happy here.Santa brought me to the little boy who lives in this house.I think I will like him.I know he will like me.I am so bright and new.”“He ought to like you,” said the doll.“You are a nice sled.You are so bright and new.I am for a dear little girl.Santa calls her Baby.He says she will be kind to me.He says she will love me.Do you think she will?I know I will love her.Santa brought her a new hood.It is such a warm little hood!”“Hush!” said the sled.“Quick! Get back into the stocking!I hear some one coming!”“Who can it be?” asked the doll.“I think it is mother,” said the sled.“Oh, dear,” said the doll.“It may be Tom or Baby.”“No,” answered the sled.“They will not come till morning.They are in their beds.They are asleep now.Hush! Be quiet.Some one is coming near.”The doll crept back into the stocking.The sled lay down, too.How quiet they were!Mother came in.She made a light.Then she looked around.She saw the new sled.It lay close to Tom’s stocking.She looked into Baby’s stocking.She saw the new doll.She saw the new hood.She saw many other things.But not a sound did she hear.“Santa has been here,” she said.Then she went away quietly.All was quiet till Christmas morning.
It was night.
Santa had gone up the chimney.
A new sled was by Tom’s stocking.
It was a bright red sled.
“Are you awake, doll?” called the sled.
“I am,” answered the doll.
“Where are you?” asked the sled.
“Here, in this stocking,” said the doll.
The sled looked up.
There was a dear little doll peeping out of Baby’s stocking.
“Well, here we are in our new home,” said the doll.
“How do you like it?”
“It is a good home,” said the sled.
“I think we should be happy here.
Santa brought me to the little boy who lives in this house.
I think I will like him.
I know he will like me.
I am so bright and new.”
“He ought to like you,” said the doll.
“You are a nice sled.
You are so bright and new.
I am for a dear little girl.
Santa calls her Baby.
He says she will be kind to me.
He says she will love me.
Do you think she will?
I know I will love her.
Santa brought her a new hood.
It is such a warm little hood!”
“Hush!” said the sled.
“Quick! Get back into the stocking!
I hear some one coming!”
“Who can it be?” asked the doll.
“I think it is mother,” said the sled.
“Oh, dear,” said the doll.
“It may be Tom or Baby.”
“No,” answered the sled.
“They will not come till morning.
They are in their beds.
They are asleep now.
Hush! Be quiet.
Some one is coming near.”
The doll crept back into the stocking.
The sled lay down, too.
How quiet they were!
Mother came in.
She made a light.
Then she looked around.
She saw the new sled.
It lay close to Tom’s stocking.
She looked into Baby’s stocking.
She saw the new doll.
She saw the new hood.
She saw many other things.
But not a sound did she hear.
“Santa has been here,” she said.
Then she went away quietly.
All was quiet till Christmas morning.