DECEMBER FIFTEENTHArt thou not a sunbeam,Child, whose life is glad,With an inner radianceSunshine never had?Lucy LarcomDECEMBER SIXTEENTHNo rosebuds yet, by dawn impearledMatch, even in loveliest lands,The sweetest flowers in all the world;A baby's hands.SwinburneDECEMBER SEVENTEENTHSweet was the whole year with the stirOf young feet on the stair.Lizette Woodworth ReeseDECEMBER EIGHTEENTHThe religion of a child depends on what its fatherand mother are, and not on what they say.AmielDECEMBER NINETEENTHSo was unfolded here, theChristian lore of salvation,Line by line, from the soul of childhood.LongfellowDECEMBER TWENTIETHIt is good to be children sometimes, and neverbetter than at Christmas, when its mighty founderwas himself a child.Charles DickensDECEMBER TWENTY-FIRSTWe greet the joy that Christmas brings;But, where the heart of childhood sings,There all the months are full of cheerAnd Christmas-tide lasts all the year.Francis McKinnon MortonDECEMBER TWENTY-SECONDNot believe in Santa Claus! You might as wellnot believe in Fairies! You might get your Papato hire men to watch in all the chimneys onChristmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they didnot see Santa Claus coming down, what would thatprove? Nobody sees Santa Claus but that is no signthat there is no Santa Claus. The most real thingsin the world are those that neither children nor mencan see. Nobody can conceive nor imagine all thewonders that are unseen and unseeable in the world.From New York "Sun" of Sept. 21, 1897DECEMBER TWENTY-THIRDYou once told me that in the school of God thewisest man never gets beyond the Infant Class; Ithought it a strange idea at first but now I know it istrue. For, in the matter of the Eternities, a man'sonly hope of learning is to remain in the Infant Class.Children invariably have the ear of God first. Theyhave been in His company last.From "The Finest Baby in the World"DECEMBER TWENTY-FOURTHTo you this night is born a childOf Mary, chosen mother mild,This little child of lowly birthShall be the joy of all your earth.LutherDECEMBER TWENTY-FIFTHFor unto you is born this day, a Saviour, which isChrist the Lord. And suddenly there was with theangel a multitude of the heavenly hosts praisingGod and saying, "Glory to God in the highest, andon earth peace, good-will toward men."Luke ii. 11, 13, 14DECEMBER TWENTY-SIXTHA child is the greatest living revealer of the Eternalin this world. You are nearer God when you haveyour child in your arms than at any other time.From "The Finest Baby in the World"DECEMBER TWENTY-SEVENTHI never realized God's birth before,How he grew likest God in being born,This time I felt like Mary, had my babeLying a little on my breast like hers.Robert BrowningDECEMBER TWENTY-EIGHTHWhat do I dream of, far from the low roofWhere now ye are children? I dream of you,Of your young heads that are the hope and crownOf my full summer, ripening to its fall,Branches whose shadow grows along my wall,Sweet souls scarce open to the breath of day,Still dazzled with the brightness of your dawn.Victor HugoDECEMBER TWENTY-NINTHVerily I say unto you, "Whosoever shall notreceive the Kingdom of Heaven as a little childshall in no wise enter therein."Luke xviii. 17DECEMBER THIRTIETHHeroic Mother!What can breath add to that sacred name?Author unknownDECEMBER THIRTY-FIRSTThe mother has eternal youth.Edith M. Thomas*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOKA MOTHER'S YEAR BOOK***
DECEMBER FIFTEENTH
Art thou not a sunbeam,Child, whose life is glad,With an inner radianceSunshine never had?Lucy Larcom
Art thou not a sunbeam,Child, whose life is glad,With an inner radianceSunshine never had?Lucy Larcom
Art thou not a sunbeam,
Child, whose life is glad,
With an inner radiance
Sunshine never had?
Lucy Larcom
Lucy Larcom
DECEMBER SIXTEENTH
No rosebuds yet, by dawn impearledMatch, even in loveliest lands,The sweetest flowers in all the world;A baby's hands.Swinburne
No rosebuds yet, by dawn impearledMatch, even in loveliest lands,The sweetest flowers in all the world;A baby's hands.Swinburne
No rosebuds yet, by dawn impearled
Match, even in loveliest lands,
The sweetest flowers in all the world;
A baby's hands.
Swinburne
Swinburne
DECEMBER SEVENTEENTH
Sweet was the whole year with the stirOf young feet on the stair.Lizette Woodworth Reese
Sweet was the whole year with the stirOf young feet on the stair.Lizette Woodworth Reese
Sweet was the whole year with the stir
Of young feet on the stair.
Lizette Woodworth Reese
Lizette Woodworth Reese
DECEMBER EIGHTEENTH
The religion of a child depends on what its fatherand mother are, and not on what they say.Amiel
The religion of a child depends on what its fatherand mother are, and not on what they say.Amiel
The religion of a child depends on what its father
and mother are, and not on what they say.
Amiel
Amiel
DECEMBER NINETEENTH
So was unfolded here, theChristian lore of salvation,Line by line, from the soul of childhood.Longfellow
So was unfolded here, theChristian lore of salvation,Line by line, from the soul of childhood.Longfellow
So was unfolded here, the
Christian lore of salvation,
Line by line, from the soul of childhood.
Longfellow
Longfellow
DECEMBER TWENTIETH
It is good to be children sometimes, and neverbetter than at Christmas, when its mighty founderwas himself a child.Charles Dickens
It is good to be children sometimes, and neverbetter than at Christmas, when its mighty founderwas himself a child.Charles Dickens
It is good to be children sometimes, and never
better than at Christmas, when its mighty founder
was himself a child.
Charles Dickens
Charles Dickens
DECEMBER TWENTY-FIRST
We greet the joy that Christmas brings;But, where the heart of childhood sings,There all the months are full of cheerAnd Christmas-tide lasts all the year.Francis McKinnon Morton
We greet the joy that Christmas brings;But, where the heart of childhood sings,There all the months are full of cheerAnd Christmas-tide lasts all the year.Francis McKinnon Morton
We greet the joy that Christmas brings;
But, where the heart of childhood sings,
There all the months are full of cheer
And Christmas-tide lasts all the year.
Francis McKinnon Morton
Francis McKinnon Morton
DECEMBER TWENTY-SECOND
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as wellnot believe in Fairies! You might get your Papato hire men to watch in all the chimneys onChristmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they didnot see Santa Claus coming down, what would thatprove? Nobody sees Santa Claus but that is no signthat there is no Santa Claus. The most real thingsin the world are those that neither children nor mencan see. Nobody can conceive nor imagine all thewonders that are unseen and unseeable in the world.From New York "Sun" of Sept. 21, 1897
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as wellnot believe in Fairies! You might get your Papato hire men to watch in all the chimneys onChristmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they didnot see Santa Claus coming down, what would thatprove? Nobody sees Santa Claus but that is no signthat there is no Santa Claus. The most real thingsin the world are those that neither children nor mencan see. Nobody can conceive nor imagine all thewonders that are unseen and unseeable in the world.From New York "Sun" of Sept. 21, 1897
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well
not believe in Fairies! You might get your Papa
to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on
Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did
not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that
prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus but that is no sign
that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things
in the world are those that neither children nor men
can see. Nobody can conceive nor imagine all the
wonders that are unseen and unseeable in the world.
From New York "Sun" of Sept. 21, 1897
From New York "Sun" of Sept. 21, 1897
DECEMBER TWENTY-THIRD
You once told me that in the school of God thewisest man never gets beyond the Infant Class; Ithought it a strange idea at first but now I know it istrue. For, in the matter of the Eternities, a man'sonly hope of learning is to remain in the Infant Class.Children invariably have the ear of God first. Theyhave been in His company last.From "The Finest Baby in the World"
You once told me that in the school of God thewisest man never gets beyond the Infant Class; Ithought it a strange idea at first but now I know it istrue. For, in the matter of the Eternities, a man'sonly hope of learning is to remain in the Infant Class.Children invariably have the ear of God first. Theyhave been in His company last.From "The Finest Baby in the World"
You once told me that in the school of God the
wisest man never gets beyond the Infant Class; I
thought it a strange idea at first but now I know it is
true. For, in the matter of the Eternities, a man's
only hope of learning is to remain in the Infant Class.
Children invariably have the ear of God first. They
have been in His company last.
From "The Finest Baby in the World"
From "The Finest Baby in the World"
DECEMBER TWENTY-FOURTH
To you this night is born a childOf Mary, chosen mother mild,This little child of lowly birthShall be the joy of all your earth.Luther
To you this night is born a childOf Mary, chosen mother mild,This little child of lowly birthShall be the joy of all your earth.Luther
To you this night is born a child
Of Mary, chosen mother mild,
This little child of lowly birth
Shall be the joy of all your earth.
Luther
Luther
DECEMBER TWENTY-FIFTH
For unto you is born this day, a Saviour, which isChrist the Lord. And suddenly there was with theangel a multitude of the heavenly hosts praisingGod and saying, "Glory to God in the highest, andon earth peace, good-will toward men."Luke ii. 11, 13, 14
For unto you is born this day, a Saviour, which isChrist the Lord. And suddenly there was with theangel a multitude of the heavenly hosts praisingGod and saying, "Glory to God in the highest, andon earth peace, good-will toward men."Luke ii. 11, 13, 14
For unto you is born this day, a Saviour, which is
Christ the Lord. And suddenly there was with the
angel a multitude of the heavenly hosts praising
God and saying, "Glory to God in the highest, and
on earth peace, good-will toward men."
Luke ii. 11, 13, 14
Luke ii. 11, 13, 14
DECEMBER TWENTY-SIXTH
A child is the greatest living revealer of the Eternalin this world. You are nearer God when you haveyour child in your arms than at any other time.From "The Finest Baby in the World"
A child is the greatest living revealer of the Eternalin this world. You are nearer God when you haveyour child in your arms than at any other time.From "The Finest Baby in the World"
A child is the greatest living revealer of the Eternal
in this world. You are nearer God when you have
your child in your arms than at any other time.
From "The Finest Baby in the World"
From "The Finest Baby in the World"
DECEMBER TWENTY-SEVENTH
I never realized God's birth before,How he grew likest God in being born,This time I felt like Mary, had my babeLying a little on my breast like hers.Robert Browning
I never realized God's birth before,How he grew likest God in being born,This time I felt like Mary, had my babeLying a little on my breast like hers.Robert Browning
I never realized God's birth before,
How he grew likest God in being born,
This time I felt like Mary, had my babe
Lying a little on my breast like hers.
Robert Browning
Robert Browning
DECEMBER TWENTY-EIGHTH
What do I dream of, far from the low roofWhere now ye are children? I dream of you,Of your young heads that are the hope and crownOf my full summer, ripening to its fall,Branches whose shadow grows along my wall,Sweet souls scarce open to the breath of day,Still dazzled with the brightness of your dawn.Victor Hugo
What do I dream of, far from the low roofWhere now ye are children? I dream of you,Of your young heads that are the hope and crownOf my full summer, ripening to its fall,Branches whose shadow grows along my wall,Sweet souls scarce open to the breath of day,Still dazzled with the brightness of your dawn.Victor Hugo
What do I dream of, far from the low roof
Where now ye are children? I dream of you,
Of your young heads that are the hope and crown
Of my full summer, ripening to its fall,
Branches whose shadow grows along my wall,
Sweet souls scarce open to the breath of day,
Still dazzled with the brightness of your dawn.
Victor Hugo
Victor Hugo
DECEMBER TWENTY-NINTH
Verily I say unto you, "Whosoever shall notreceive the Kingdom of Heaven as a little childshall in no wise enter therein."Luke xviii. 17
Verily I say unto you, "Whosoever shall notreceive the Kingdom of Heaven as a little childshall in no wise enter therein."Luke xviii. 17
Verily I say unto you, "Whosoever shall not
receive the Kingdom of Heaven as a little child
shall in no wise enter therein."
Luke xviii. 17
Luke xviii. 17
DECEMBER THIRTIETH
Heroic Mother!What can breath add to that sacred name?Author unknown
Heroic Mother!What can breath add to that sacred name?Author unknown
Heroic Mother!
What can breath add to that sacred name?
Author unknown
Author unknown
DECEMBER THIRTY-FIRST
The mother has eternal youth.Edith M. Thomas
The mother has eternal youth.Edith M. Thomas
The mother has eternal youth.
Edith M. Thomas
Edith M. Thomas
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