Verhovayak Lapja, 1941. július-december (24. évfolyam, 27-52. szám)

1941-12-25 / 52. szám

Page « Verhovaydk Lapja. December 25, 1941 Children’s Page Conducted by AMELIA NYERS “Merry Christmas” Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick­­tock. The clock on the mantle kept saying over and over again. The merry elves kept very busy with their work. They did not dare waste time by looking up at the old clock on the mantle. They knew time was short and there were many toys to be made. Mrs. Santa Claus entered the workshop with a tray of food. How hungry the elves were! After lunch, the work was taken up again. Nimble fingers worked rapidly. One of the workers began to whistle softly. Soon the shop echoed with the whistling of the happy elves. “I hope Jon will like this teddy bear,” one of the elves stopped his whistling to say. “Jon lives in Norway. He is three years old and wants to be a big game hunter when he grows up.” “Anne will love this doll,” another elf said, holding up a doll he just dressed. “Pepita wants a live pony. She wants to ride the pam­pas with her papa. But she Winter Not the scarlet rain of leaves, Nor the sudden drops of spring, Nor the sharp, impatient sleet; Not the fall of anything Is so beautiful to me As the steadfast, quiet words Of a grave December sky, Lusterless and stripped of birds. Slowly, softly, flake on flake, Overwhelming field and fence; Hushing every house and street With the strangest eloquence. Winter needs no warrant now; Words of laughter and dismay Die before this white defense, Leaving nothing more to say. —Anne Blackwell Payne. is such a small girl. She will have to be content with this little stuffed pony for a while,” a third elf said. “Chih-peh lives at the mis­sion in China. He wants a jumping-jack,” another busy elf spoke, putting the finish­ing touches upon the toy in his hand. “Remember the little boy in Africa? We sent him a picture book last year. This year he wants an airplane,” still another elf spoke softly, his eyes glowing. He antici­pated the joy of the African boy when he receives his toy plane. “It is past bed time,” Mrs. Santa Claus told the busy elves. “And now to bed you must go. Tomorrow is an­other day. There is still time to finish all the toys.” Sleepy good nights echoed along the corridor. The little workers went to their rooms for the night. Outside the wind howled loudly. The moon poured a cold light upon the Arctic region. The glitter of the stars was cold. Mrs. Santa Claus looked out the window several times. Santa Claus had not return­ed from his work and she was worried about him. Suddenly the door opened and he entered the room while the wind whistled past. “Whee!” he exclaimed, re­moving his cap. “It is a night!” “Come—warm yourself here by the fire,” Mrs. Santa Claus invited him to the warm fireplace. “Here is your dinner.” And she placed a tray of food beside his chair. “Did you get the reins re­paired?” Mrs. Santa asked her husband. “Yes. And I think they will hold this time. But I must get my airplane ready, too. I will have to use it when I reach the tropical countries,” he said. “I hope everyone will have a lovely Christmas this year,” his wife said. Early next morning the elves were back at work. The shop was littered with many toys. Dolls on chairs. Air­planes on the mantle. Hobby­horses on the floor. Toy dishes with bright flowers painted on them were scat­tered here and there. Mrs. Santa Claus was kept busy assorting the toys and plac­ing them in a large bag. One day the work was finished. It was a happy time for the elves. Mrs. Santa Claus made a delicious plum pudding. How the elves loved it! Mr. Santa Claus en­tered the workshop. He praised their work. Now their happiness was com­plete. One elf puckered his brows. “What’s the matter?” Santa asked the little fellow. “I’m worried about The­resa. She lives in Spain. She didn’t want to help mother with the dishes yesterday.” “I’m sure she will make up for it tomorrow,” Santa said. “And there is Malolo in a tropic island of the Pacific. He loitered in the fish market against his father’s wishes.” The elf was gen­uinely worried. “Perhaps—tomorrow— he will return from fishing with the largest catch and there will be food for his brothers and sisters,” Santa said, with a merry twinkle in his eyes. The elf’s expression chang­ed. He was again happy. He did not want a child to be disappointed this Christmas. He had worked so hard and made the toys so beautiful. He was proud of his work. All the elves were proud of their work. Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus were proud too. It was Christmas Eve. Santa placed the large bag of toys on his sleigh. The elves stood in the doorway and watched him. Mrs. Santa slipped a toy in each of his pockets. One was for Petushka in far away Russia; one was for Marianne in France; and the doll was for Anne in America. The rein­deer were growing impa­tient. Santa attached his air­plane to the sleigh in trailer fashion. He would need the plane when he reached the tropic countries. “Merry Christmas.” the elves called. “Merry Christmas to all our children!” Mrs. Santa Claus said. “Merry Christmas!” Santa Claus said. He climbed into his sleigh, raised the whip and the reindeer were off. In the twinkling of an eye they were gone. Slowly Mrs. Santa and the elves returned to the empty house. Their work was done for the year. “Good night and merry Christmas, Mrs. Santa,” the elves said, sleepily. “Good night and a very merry Christmas to you all,” Mrs. Santa answered. She closed her door. She never went to sleep on Christmas Eve until Santa returned from his long journey around the world. The hours passed slowly. When the last star disappeared in the cold pale dawn she heard the sleigh bells ring. She ran to the window and looked out. There stood the empty sleigh and plane. Santa entered the house quietly and went to his room where Mrs. Santa was waiting for him. “Merry Christmas!” he greeted her. “Merry Christmas!” she returned, heartily. “Merry Christmas!” the elves called to each other. “Merry Christmas!” rang throughout the world. The Fountain Into the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night! Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flowerlike When the winds blow! Into the starlight, Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day! Ever in motion, Blithesome and cheery. Still climbing heavenward, Never aweary;— Glad of all weathers, Still seeming best, Upward or downward, Motion thy rest;— Full of a nature Nothing can tame, Changed every moment, Ever the same;— Ceaseless aspiring, Ceaseless content, Darkness or sunshine Thy element;— Glorious fountain! Let my heart be Fresh, changeful, constant, Upward, like thee! —James Russell LoweU. From: The Book of Happiness. --------------O-------------­The Children’s Stars When snug-in-bed time comes about, And dark-night shadows creep, A million little stars shine out, While little children sleep. I love to think, when, near and far, The little children are in bed, For each a special little star Is shining overhead. When looking from my window small The many stars I see, I wonder which among them all Is shining there for ME. And then, for fear that it may miss Its little earth-child’s love, I blow a tiny good-night kiss To my own star above. And when my sleepy time is near I say this little prayer, “God bless the little children here, God bless the stars up there.” —Elizabeth Knobel. From: When Little Thoughts go Rhyming. 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