Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас)

A Christmas Spy

When Poebe brought the wood and coal;
  To lay the fire, what did she see
  But Baby--dropped upon one knee
And peering up the chimney-hole!

She never turned her little head,
  With all its curly, yellow hair:
  I asked, "What are you doing there?"
"Me look for Santa Taus!" she said.

1. The Mother Who Died Too
2. Christmas Post
3. Refreshments for Santa Claus
4. The Procession of the Kings
5. A Christmas Offering

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