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. How Many
2. Moly
3. Christmas Post
4. The Mother Who Died Too
5. Refreshments for Santa Claus

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