A CHRISTMAS GHOST.
THE EVE of Christmas had arrived; The children were in bed, The clock upon the mantel, chimed The half-hours as they fled.
Aunt Lucy tip-toed 'bout her work; For work she had to do; I've never seen a Christmas eye Bring aught but work,— have you?
And so Aunt Lucy tip-toed 'bout, With heart expectant, light, "Twould be a shame to wake the babes, With Santa mos' in sight."
But all at once Aunt Lucy stopped; "Laws! Whut's dat thumpin' noise?" She had good reason to believe, It wasn't Santa Claus.
And yet, five minutes back, had she Not seen on pillows white, Four little cherubs, wrapped in sleep, Most pleasing to the sight?