"'Merry Christmas to Everybody,'" said Little Billee proudly. "I couldn't read it myself, but he told me what it said. He has it printed there so that if he misses saying it to anybody, they'll knowhemeans it just thesame.
Behold! no mighty monarch, but "a little child shall lead them!" You may see through the glass darkly, you may not know or understand the blessedness of faith in Him as He would have you know it, but there is nothing that can dim the ...
Author: Cyrus Townsend Brady
Publisher: Library of Alexandria
Passes childhood, and I look down the nearer years. There rise before me remembrances of Christmas Days on storm-tossed seas, where waves beat upon the ice-bound ship. I recall again the bitter touch of water-warping winter, of drifts of snow, of wind-swept plains. In the gamut of my remembrance I am once more in the poor, mean, lonely little sanctuary out on the prairie, with a handful of Christians, mostly women, gathered together in the freezing, draughty building. In later years I worship in the great cathedral church, ablaze with lights, verdant and fragrant with the evergreen pines, echoing with joyful carols and celestial harmonies. My recollections are of contrasts like those of life—joy and sadness, poverty and ease. And the pictures are full of faces, many of which may be seen no more by earthly vision. I miss the clasp of vanished hands, I crave the sound of voices stilled. As we old and older grow, there is a note of sadness in our glee. Whether we will or not we must twine the cypress with the holly. The recollection of each passing year brings deeper regret. How many have gone from those circles that we recall when we were children? How many little feet that pattered upon the stair on Christmas morning now tread softer paths and walk in broader ways; sisters and brothers who used to come back from the far countries to the old home—alas, they cannot come from the farther country in which they now are, and perhaps, saddest thought of all, we would not wish them to come again. How many, with whom we joined hands around the Christmas tree, have gone? Circles are broken, families are separated, loved ones are lost, but the old world sweeps on. Others come to take our places. As we stood at the knee of some unforgotten mother, so other children stand. As we listened to the story of the Christ Child from the lips of some grey old father, so other children listen and we ourselves perchance are fathers or mothers too. Other groups come to us for the deathless story. Little heads which recall vanished halcyon days of youth bend around another younger mother. Smaller hands than ours write letters to Santa Claus and hear the story, the sweetest story ever told, of the Baby who came to Mary and through her to all the daughters and sons of women on that winter night on the Bethlehem hills.
setting one , for in the churchwarden's accounts of St. Mary - at - Hill , London , A.D. 1537 , is an entry , “ To Sir Mark , for Carolls for Christmas , and for 5 square Books , iiis . iiiid . ” In the regulations of the Duke of ...
Author: Jennifer Basye SanderPublish On: 2020-09-29
Alex resigned from his job, and we moved to a small mountain town in Colorado, a place where we had always wanted to live but had discounted as being too impractical. Immediately it felt like home. It's cold, of course, but with enough ...
Author: Jennifer Basye Sander
A moving tribute to the true meaning of Christmas, this charming holiday collection features over fifty true stories that will make you laugh, cry and remind you that the greatest gifts in life can’t be wrapped. There’s something truly magical about Christmas. Combining two charming story collections—A Miracle Under the Christmas Tree and A Kiss Under the Mistletoe—into one beautiful package, these heartwarming stories of the kindness of strangers, reunions with loved ones and the blessings of answered prayers capture the spirit of the season. From a snowy impromptu game of Frisbee in the center of a holiday light display to a woman’s trepidation as she arrives home on Christmas Eve with crates of rescued shelter dogs, these stories will brighten the spirit of you and your family this season and for many future seasons to come. Some stories are funny, some are sweet and some are heartbreaking, but all of them show that if our hearts are open to giving and receiving love during this special season, incredible things can happen.
A Little Book of Christmas is a compendium of information - Christmas lore , music , recipes , selections for reading , and family activities that will help you celebrate the reverent spirit of an old - fashioned Christmas .. and will ...
My parents always had a christmas tree decorated with plastic balls, fairy lights, tinsel, and either an angel or a star atop; and I had a stocking at the end of my bed so santa (father christmas) could leave me something small like a ...
Other books in this series include : Little Book of Birds Listen for a Moment : A Small Book of Australian Ballads ... Australian Children's Rhymes Little Book of Australian Gardens Little Book of Wildlife Little Book of Christmas Dogs ...
Publisher: National Library Australia
"The Little Book of Dogs celebrates the close relationship between Australians and their dogs through delightful images from the Library's collection and poems by authors such as Henry Lawson, Banjo Paterson, Jack Davis and Les Murray."--Back cover.
THE TALES IN THIS LITTLE BOOK PAGE 3 13 . THE FIRST CHRISTMAS TREE THE SYMBOL AND THE SAINT THE COMING OF THE PRINCE THE MOUSE AND THE MOONBEAM THE DIVELL'S CHRYSTMASS THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SEA . THE ROBIN AND THE VIOLET THE OAK - TREE ...