And all the angels in heaven shall sing
On Christmas day in the morning.

And all the souls on earth shall sing
On Christmas day, on Christmas day;
And all the souls on earth shall sing
On Christmas day in the morning.

-West of England Carol

AN OLD CHRISTMAS CAROL

God bless the master of this house,

The mistress also,

And all the little children

That round the table go,
And all your kin and kinsmen
That dwell both far and near;
I wish you a Merry Christmas,
And a Happy New Year.

Politeness is to do and say

The kindest thing in the kindest way.

THE OLD DOG

There was once a man who had a very old dog. When the dog was young his master was kind to him, but when he grew old he drove him into the street and gave him nothing to eat.

The poor dog was lying outside the fence one day when a wolf went by. "Doggy," said the wolf, “why are you so sad?”

"While I was young," said the dog, “my master was kind to me, but now I am old he beats me and gives me nothing to eat."

"I am sorry for you," said the wolf. "Perhaps I can make things better. See, your master and mistress are out there in the field. Your mistress has put her little child down by the wagon. Now, I shall go and run away with the child. You must run after me and bark and growl. Even though

you have no teeth you must bite at me, so your mistress can see what a good dog you are to help save her child.”

Then the wolf took the child in his mouth and ran away with it. The dog ran after the wolf as fast as he could run and began to bark and to bite at him.

His mistress heard the dog barking and cried, "Oh, husband, husband! A wolf has got our child!"

Then the man ran for the wolf and with the old dog's help, got back the child. "Brave dog!" he said. "You are old and toothless and yet you will not let your master's child be stolen."

After that the dog had all he wanted to eat and a warm place to sleep.

-A Cossack Fairy Tale

He who does his best does well.

SATURDAY NIGHT

How pleasant is Saturday night,

When I've tried all the week to be

good,

Not spoken a word that was bad,

And obliged every one that I could.

RIDDLES TO GUESS

Thirty white horses upon a red hill, Now they tramp, now they champ, now they stand still.

Every lady in this land

Has twenty nails, upon each hand
Five, and twenty on hands and feet;
All this is true without deceit.

Little Nancy Etticoat,
In a white Petticoat,
And a red nose;

The longer she stands,
The shorter she grows.