Wee Robin’s Christmas Song
From A Scotch Folk Tale Attributed To Robert Burns ONE bright, shiny Christmas morning, an old gray Pussy went out to walk to see what she could see. As she was walking along, pit-pat, through the snow, she saw a wee Robin Redbreast hopping about on a bush. ‘’Good morning, Robin,” said she. “Where are […]
The Night Before Christmas
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; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And […]