Santa Claus, by Fred Emerson Brooks
I am that mythical, mystical thing--
The litt...
I am that mythical, mystical thing--
The litt...
The world lay brown and barren at the closing o...
Of all the Girls that are so smart
There's non...
Among the earliest saints of old, before the f...
Witlaf, a king of the Saxons,
Ere yet his la...
In his chamber, weak and dying,
Was the Norm...
The year is well-nigh ended, the leaf is sere ...
Originally appeared in Voices International
Vo...
Goodbye, Old Year!--I can but say,
Sadly I s...
(for Ben) Guides poled and guests paddled,
...
Just saw a preview for the movie,
Yes, wher...
They'd hoped he'd be back for Christmas -
the ...
We bring no rich gifts like the wise men of old...
The happiest day of all the year is this
By so...
Holly-berries on the hills,
Bright above the ...
"Tick, tick, tick, " for many a long, long y...
Once more across the weary earth
Shines out th...
O Christmas Day!
O Babe, who in the manger la...
The Palm is the king of the lands of the sun,
...
On Christmas Eve, in this dim room,
There dr...
"Do you believe in Santa Claus?"
To his little...
Christmas-Eve! And all unruffled
Dumb white sp...
Hail! Happy season of the year,
With sweetest...
With joy we hail the happy morn,
When God was...
Old Santa Claus is now on his way
Laden with p...