No Santa Claus! Thank God, he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
God rest ye, little children; let nothing you affright, For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this happy night; Along the hills of Galilee the white flocks sleeping lay, When Christ, the Child of Nazareth, was born on Christmas day.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring - not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
