Lizzie Lawson

“ That Santa Claus loves every one however rich or poor.
[6]
THE PET RABBIT.
I HAVE a little Bunny with a coat as soft as down,
And nearly all of him is white except one bit of brown.
The first thing in the morning when I get out of bed,
I wonder if my Bunny’s still safe in his little shed.
And then the next thing that I do I dare say you have guessed;
It’s to go at once and see him, when I am washed and dressed.
And every day I see him I like him more and more,
And each day he is bigger than he was the day before. ”

“ And didn’t he alter his tale!
“You’ve made a mistake, Mister Cat,” said he;
“You must please let me go, Mister Cat.
I’m not at all nice,
I don’t taste like mice:
You’d much better have a young rat.” ”

“ I plucked this bunch of verses, dear,
From out my garden wild,
I plucked them in the winter drear
For you, my fairest child,
Your wet and wintry hours to cheer,
They’re Christmas Roses, child.
[5]
THE CHRISTMAS STOCKING.
I DON’T believe that Santa Claus will come to you and me,”
Said little crippled Nell, “a’cause, we are so poor you see;
And then I don’t believe the ‘chimbley’s’ wide enough for him,
D’ye think that Santa Claus will come, when all the lights are dim.”
“Of course he comes to every one, dear, whether rich or poor ”