“Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
Louisa May AlcottLittle Women, 1868 · Chapter One: Playing Pilgrims
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“Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
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Jo was the first to wake in the gray dawn of Christmas morning. No stockings hung at the fireplace, and for a moment she felt as much disappointed as she did long ago, when her little sock fell down because it was crammed so full of goodies. Then she remembered her mother’s promise and, slipping her hand under her pillow, drew out a little crimson-covered book.
I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And never brought to mind?Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And auld lang syne!Chorus.—For auld lang syne, my dear,For auld lang syne.We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,For auld lang syne.
May that be truly said of us, and all of us! And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God bless Us, Every One!
I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.
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