Polly’s Discovery

Polly’s Discovery.
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THINGS are not like they used to be
When I was very small,
And some things ’bout old Santa Claus
I do not see at all!

There used to be just only one,
Who came the night before
And climbed right down our chimney
place,
And filled our stockings four.

But now-oh, my! I saw to-day
Six standing ’round in town,
And one was dressed in red and white
And two in pink and brown!

One wore a pointy white fur cap
And held a plate for money
Which said “To feed the Christmas poor.”
He looked most gay and funny!

And one who stood in my toy store
Shook hands with me so kind,
And hoped I’d find a Christmas tree
Just suited to my mind!

And once I spied a real Saint Nick,
Who gave me quick a wink
And popped right down his chimney big
Before I’d time to think.

And at our Sunday School last night
The gifts from off the tree
Were passed by still another one.
As jolly as could be.

And Christmas Day is not here yet;
It’s some days off, you know,
And yet the town is full of
riss Kringles in the snowl

I must begin to think I think
That all folks-even I-
Could be a kind of Santa Claus
If I should only try.

What fun it is to find it out!
What fun to try this year
To help Kriss Kringle pass around
His stock of Christmas cheer!

I’m glad the world is full of us!
I’m glad to know that we.
Big folks and little children, too,
Like Santa Claus can be!
Charlotte Brewster Jordan.