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TO ROSALIND
There were three little bedrooms down below
The stack of the chimney tall and square,
And up on the roof, in a foot of snow,
Was a Traveller big as a grizzly bear.
He made himself small in a magic way,
And, as soon as he trod on the creaking floor,
He muttered a charm, he waved an arm,
And at once was as big as he was before!
The stack of the chimney tall and square,
And up on the roof, in a foot of snow,
Was a Traveller big as a grizzly bear.
He made himself small in a magic way,
And, as soon as he trod on the creaking floor,
He muttered a charm, he waved an arm,
And at once was as big as he was before!
There were five little children deep in dream,
With a long black hungry stocking for each,
All carefully placed, so as not to seem
Too high for the loving Old Man to reach.
The Visitor said, “It is fun to find
Such a carpety nestful of girls and boys.”
He muttered a charm, he waved an arm,
And the air was alive with a covey of toys!
With a long black hungry stocking for each,
All carefully placed, so as not to seem
Too high for the loving Old Man to reach.
The Visitor said, “It is fun to find
Such a carpety nestful of girls and boys.”
He muttered a charm, he waved an arm,
And the air was alive with a covey of toys!
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As he moved so softly beside the beds,
His holiday heart went pitter-pit-pat
Till Christopher's, Margery's, Violet's, Ted's,
And Annabel's stocking was fatter than fat!
He made himself small in a magic way,
And, as soon as he stood on the roof once more,
He muttered a charm, he waved an arm,
And at once was as big as he was before!
His holiday heart went pitter-pit-pat
Till Christopher's, Margery's, Violet's, Ted's,
And Annabel's stocking was fatter than fat!
He made himself small in a magic way,
And, as soon as he stood on the roof once more,
He muttered a charm, he waved an arm,
And at once was as big as he was before!
His affectionate heart, for a moment sad
At the pain of leaving the bonny Five,
Remembered the beautiful love he had
For millions of dear little souls alive.
Quite suddenly into his head there popped
A thought that was nothing whatever but You!
He muttered a charm, he waved an arm,
And went like a streak down your nursery flue!
At the pain of leaving the bonny Five,
Remembered the beautiful love he had
For millions of dear little souls alive.
Quite suddenly into his head there popped
A thought that was nothing whatever but You!
He muttered a charm, he waved an arm,
And went like a streak down your nursery flue!
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