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El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, December 25, 1915, HOME EDITION, Magazine and Feature Section, Image 21

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Ah! gloom and sorrow roll away
When comes the merry Christmas day,
The gladdest of the year.
When hearts are filled with joy and, song,
And true contentment lingers long
And laughter rivals cheer.
The chimes send forth the peals again
Their "Peace on earth, good will to men,"
Across the frosty snow.
The children play and romp in glee
Around the tinselled Christmas tree
And happy faces glow.
The yulen'de legends are retold
Of Christmas times in days of old
By some old, happy sire.
The mistleloe'and holly green
Add lustre- to the jolly scene,
And brightly burns the fire.
The choice, old carols are resung
By people old and people-young
And thoughts are free and gay.
For discontentment ever pales
When boundless merriment prevails
On gladsome Christmas day.
The acrseant In the trcncbra,
Slid bU rifle from ! mound '
And bared his aehlne forehead
Where a red-ntalned rae wm tvoojuL
Tonight, somewhere beyond us.
There Is holly on the door.
And children smile In sleep, he said,
"Unmindful of the irar.
And somewhere there Is laachter
Hymns of praise are belne nnc.
Mistletoe and ropes of .sreen
Are Somewhere belne hunt)
Yet Tre who stand on Kunrd tonight,
Expectant, sleeTe to sleeve, '
Oar heart's by battle hardened.
Forget It's Christmas, Etc!
Throneh miles of hostile dlstnnre
Where the tender home tboneht climbs,
I hear the frost-cldlmed echo
Of silver Christmas chimes.
Pardon, comrades, for my fancy
Rons lld and free tonight:
Twas but a burstlne shell I heard
Off there upon our rlcht,"
Then he shouted from the ramparts
Where life and death held tryst.
At the lines of hidden legions
Through the settling powder mist.
Olust our presents be but leaden
like the rest that you have sent;
Then may Christmas faith among you
Spoil your aiming and prevent!
Unless you court a greater sin
Than you or I eoncelie.
Ground arms and fly the truce flag.
Make the pass-word 'Christmas EreT
Iet memory of days that were '
The thirst of cngearee quench.
So the Elry of the senson
May Invade each bristling trench;
Let every heart be softened.
Every war tense should receive
The silent, hallowed message
That in sent on Christmas Eve!
Then as though his cry were answered
Clear a bugle order rang
From far off In the distance; I
"Cease Firing:" It snng.
And the war god loosed Its fingers
At the mandate of the horn.
The it tar of Bethlehem eleamed down
And Christ Our Lord traa born.
CHRISTMAS morning was breaking
'over tha sea. and the white-crested
waves, were Upped with the red gold
light of the earlT mornlne sun. Soon it
rrew stronger, until it shono through a
window into a room where three little
girls slept, and woke one of them op. She
remembered that it was Christmas morn
Ins and looked eagerly toward the foot
of her bed. at the stocking which she had
hung there on the previous night. When
she saw that it was limn and emntv ah
burled her face in her pillow and sobbed
with disappointment.
She had come from a smoky city he
cause she had been ill. to stay with her
cousins whose father kept a lighthouse
on "the ConnecUcut coast
' Presently Barbara's sobs awoke her
cousins, and when they heard her cry they
wept as well, because they were so ten
der hearted. At that minute grandfather
Gull flew past" the window on his way
home from his momlng bathl He paused,
as he always did, Just to look in the
room for a minute, because he was fond
of little girls. Never before had he Been
the merry children crying, and It troubled
hJm so much that he perched upon the
window sIU and listened. When he heard
that they were crying because Santa Claus
had not filled their stockings he told hlm
hlmself . that it would never do, and
straightaway, he flew to the Great Toy
inaker's cave.
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JANifc has vozGomn he
saw a clear blue Hsat. which sparkled as
they walked along: Then It changed fcto
emerald green, and from green bcax
rose colored. And there standlss ta tha
rosy Usht was the tall, red-robed flsura
of Santa Claus, ready to shako hands
heartUy with his guests. "Come this way,"
he said, and as they followed Trn he went
"I can't understand how I came to fop.
get you when I live so close to you. Hare
you been thinking much about me this
year, AnneT '
He led the way Ino a large, holly decked,
room, wnere rows and rows" of little gtrls
and boys were sitting before a long tea
table. They were afl the children when
Santa Claus had forgotten, and who had
cried with disappointment that momlnfc
Behind each chair was a pretty Uttle fairy
dressed In a shining green and maura
gown; whose color looked like the inoun-
j tain tops on a deaf morning.
There were aU good things at. that tea.
toys, crackers and sweets, and after every
one had finished they played games.. Then
Just as the fun was at Its height-
Tie Magic Cave.
Soon he returned and tamxM i.!nt
the window pane with his beak. In on. of
his claws he held a long streamer of seaJ
weed, and when Anne saw him she opened
the window. She thought that he was
cold and wet and needed shelter, hut he
dropped the seaweed Into her hand and
(lew away.
"How funny," she said, and as she
picked up the seaweed she continued:
"Why. there la soma writing on lt."
She could not read it herself, because
she was not old enough to know her a!
phabet, but Barbara held the seaweed to
the light and read aloud "Santa Claus
hopes to see Barbara. Hazel and Anne to
tea in the Undermost Cave on Christmas
Day, at three o'clock.
How quickly the tears on those thres
Uttle faces dried when they heard this!
They became merry again at once, and
spent the whole morning In wondering
what was going to happen In the after
noon. Shortly before three o'clock the children
opened the lighthouse door and walked
out onto the rocks. The tide was low,
and a gray mist had settled down.
It took the little girls some time to find
the Undermost Cave, because they did
not know where It was, but at last the7
came ta the entrance. They peered In and
Christinas Stockings.
Some on blew a whlsUe. and the elrtV
jdren were left alone In the darkness. Tha
cold wind blew In and they were afraid,
because they did not know how to get t
the cave entrance.
But that wonderful Grandfather Gull
came flying along with a tiny glowins
lamp In his beak, which shone beautifully
as he flew along before them. He di
rected them right to the door of the light
house and then he left them. A cheery
light burned In the sitting roots, and tha
children opened the door, and there sat a
tan. Jolly looking man. who was exactly
like Santa Claus. He was Barbara
father, and he had come to see Ms St8
.girl because it was Christmas Day. Ha
I had brought enough toys with him to flU
a dozen stockings, and the children XM
J blissfully bar.

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