Poem by Edith Matilda Thomas

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. Born Deaf, Dumb, and Blind
2. The Cradle-Child
3. Holly and Mistletoe
4. The Firebrand (Northern Ohio, Christmas Eve, 1804)
5. Melchior's Ride

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