O, now all common things become uncommon and enchanted to me! All

lamps are wonderful! all rings are talismans! Common flower-pots are

full of treasure, with a little earth scattered on the top; trees are

for Ali Baba to hide in; beefsteaks are to throw down into the Valley

of Diamonds, that the precious stones may stick to them, and be

carried by the eagles to their nests, whence the traders, with loud

cries, will scare them. All the dates imported come from the same tree

as that unlucky one, with whose shell the merchant knocked out the eye

of the genii's invisible son. All olives are of the same stock of that

fresh fruit concerning which the Commander of the Faithful overheard

the boy conduct the fictitious trial of the fraudulent olive-merchant.

Yes, on every object that I recognize among those upper branches of my

Christmas tree I see this fairy light!

But hark! the Waits are playing, and they break my childish sleep!

What images do I associate with the Christmas music as I see them set

forth on the Christmas tree! Known before all the others, keeping far

apart from all the others, they gather round my little bed. An angel,

speaking to a group of shepherds in a field; some travellers, with

eyes uplifted, following a star; a baby in a manger; a child in a

spacious temple, talking with grave men; a solemn figure with a mild

and beautiful face, raising a dead girl by the hand; again, near a

city gate, calling back the son of a widow, on his bier, to life; a

crowd of people looking through the opened roof of a chamber where he

sits, and letting down a sick person on a bed, with ropes; the same,

in a tempest, walking on the waters in a ship; again, on a sea-shore,

teaching a great multitude; again, with a child upon his knee, and

other children around; again, restoring sight to the blind, speech to

the dumb, hearing to the deaf, health to the sick, strength to the

lame, knowledge to the ignorant; again, dying upon a cross, watched by

armed soldiers, a darkness coming on, the earth beginning to shake,

and only one voice heard, "Forgive them, for they know not what they

do!"

Encircled by the social thoughts of Christmas time, still let the

benignant figure of my childhood stand unchanged! In every cheerful

image and suggestion that the season brings, may the bright star that

rested above the poor roof be the star of all the Christian world!

A moment's pause, O vanishing tree, of which the lower boughs are dark

to me yet, and let me look once more. I know there are blank spaces on

thy branches, where eyes that I have loved have shone and smiled, from

which they are departed. But, far above, I see the Raiser of the dead

girl and the widow's son,--and God is good!

THE END.

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Transcriber's Notes:

5. Minor punctuation errors have been corrected without comment and

include missing or end of sentence comma and period errors and missing

or misplaced quotation marks.

6. Spelling Corrections:

p. 120, "wery" to "very" (and it's very much to be)

p. 128, "arter" to "after" (after all, that's where)

p. 128, "biled" to "billed" (A billed fowl and)

p. 128, "woice" to "voice" (the voice of love)

p. 168, "Joe" to "Job" (29) (And Job tumbled into his)

p. 275, "pototo" to "potato" (4) (a potato-field)

p. 277, "familar" to "familiar" (3) (a familiar voice)

7. Suspected mispellings retained as possible alternate spellings of the

time:

"amadavid bird" (amadavat bird)

"azalias" (azaleas)

"gayety" (gaiety)

"Mackarel" (Mackerel)

"plash" (splash)

"scymitar" (scimitar)

"skurrying" (scurrying)

8. Printer Error corrections:

p. 109, removed duplicate "carried" (Oeyvind carried leaves)

9. Word variations retained in the text which vary by author:

"fireflies" and "fire-flies"

"flagstones" and "flag-stones"

"nightgown" and "night-gown"

"Red Riding-Hood" and "Red-Riding-Hood"

"schoolhouse" and "school-house"

"toyshop" and "toy-shop"

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