The Book of Joyous Children by James Whitcomb Riley
page 71 of 92 (77%)
page 71 of 92 (77%)
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Skips round on--Pa maked _them_--yes-sir!--
An' silivur-plate-name here fer her! Pa's out o' work when Chris'mus come One time, an' stay away from home, An' 's drunk an' 'buse our Ma, an' swear They ain't no "Old Kriss" anywhere! An' Sis she alluz say they wuz A' Old Kriss--an' she alluz does. But ef they is a' Old Kriss, why, When's Chris'mus, Ma she alluz cry? This Chris'mus _now_, we live here in Where Ma's rent's alluz due ag'in-- An' she "_ist slaves_"--I heerd her say She did--ist them words thataway! [Illustration] An' th'other night, when all's so cold An' stove's 'most out--our Ma she rolled Us in th'old feather-bed an' said, "To-morry's Chris'mus--go to bed, "An' thank yer blessed stars fer this-- We don't _'spect_ nothin' from Old Kriss!" An' cried, an' locked the door, an' prayed, An' turned the lamp down.... An' I laid |
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