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Updated: June 1, 2025
He has a big banner hung up in the Sunday school room bearing the words, 'Gifts for the Christ-Child'." "An excellent idea," exclaimed Uncle John, "but I don't see much of an innovation about that; you have always made the children's giving a part of your Christmas celebration, have you not?" "Certainly!" rejoined Marcia.
On he sailed to the land of the setting sun, and at length he reached the haven and anchored his boat, never again to return to Kalevala. But the wondrous kantele and all his songs and wisdom remain among us to this day. 'And now, said Father Mikko, 'I have told you my last story old Wainamoinen has left Kalevala and the rule of the Christ-child has begun.
Against more than one pane showed the bald outline of a forlorn little Christmas tree, some stray branch of a hemlock picked up at the grocer's and set in a pail for "the childer" to dance around, a dime's worth of candy and tinsel on the boughs. From the attic over the way came, in spells between, the gentle tones of a German song about the Christ-child.
Then little Gerda wept hot tears, that fell upon his breast; they penetrated into his heart, they thawed the lump of ice, and consumed the little piece of glass in it. He looked at her, and she sang: "The roses will fade and pass away, But we the Christ-child shall see one day." Then Kay burst into tears; he wept so that the splinter of glass came out of his eye.
In very middle of most happy time by opening box, idea arrive in my mind. Wonder if those coughs permission Tãke Chan to come kindergarten that day? One desire knock very loud at my heart for that little Bamboo boy to know rightly 'bout Christ-child. I know for surely. Once I go to foreign country, and my life have experience of seventeen. But Japanese child of now must see God and everything.
While doing so, she imagined that the gracious intercessor gazed down upon her sometimes compassionately, sometimes reproachfully, and, in the consciousness of her guilt, she raised her hands, imploring forgiveness, to the friendly, familiar figure. How tenderly the Christ-child nestled to the pure, exalted mother!
While doing so, she imagined that the gracious intercessor gazed down upon her sometimes compassionately, sometimes reproachfully, and, in the consciousness of her guilt, she raised her hands, imploring forgiveness, to the friendly, familiar figure. How tenderly the Christ-child nestled to the pure, exalted mother!
This poor little one has no shoes and stockings in this bad weather and, what is still worse, he has not even a wooden shoe to leave near him to-night while he sleeps, into which the little Christ-Child can put something good to soothe his misery."
Then, though these figures are so stiff and almost lifeless, though the picture is Byzantine in character, you will see beyond all this a faint expression in the Madonna's face, a little life and action in the Christ-child, who holds up his tiny hand in blessing. "If you do not look for this you may miss it, miss all that which gives worth to Cimabue and his art.
He wiped his hand, as though a leper had tainted it. Passing down Church Street, the old bell rang out the hour. All day he had fancied its tone had gathered a lighter, more delicate sweetness with every chime. The Christ-child was coming; the world held up its hands adoring; all that was needed of men was to love Him, and rejoice.
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