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. Holly and Mistletoe
2. Two Child Angels
3. The Day-Dreamer
4. Her Christmas Present
5. “I Ought to Mustn't”

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