THE POST, FRIDAY, DECEMBER 21, 1951
PAGE SEVEN-A
YOU KNOW ME
BY
Al, Himself
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Almost two thousand years ago a
child was born. There were no vital
statistics kept in those days; no birth
certificates issued. Yet as nature
must have been then as it is today,
probably thousands of other children
were born on the same day. We have
a written record of only one.
His life was a tragedy from begin-
ning to end. It had to be that way
because His career mingled with the
human race whom He had come to
save. His Father knew, in our weak-
ness, that we remember longer the
unpleasant things.
The three wise men who came to
pay Him homage started a rumor
that He was King of the Jews. They
did not mean an earthly king as we
understand the meaning, they meant
a spiritual King. But King Herod
misunderstood them and ordered all
male babies two years old and under
killed, Later when this child was
only twelve, He disregarded the
wishes of His family because He had
to be on His Father’s business.
As a man He met mostly the halt,
lame, blind and sick according to
records kept by Matthew, Mark,
Luke and John. All tell the same
story. His life from birth to the
cross is tragic, but because of it we
have a faith that steps in and takes
over and strengthens out the world
when all else has failed. We have
named this faith after Him. We call
it Christianity.
This week we celebrate His birth-
‘ day anniversary. We have made it
a joyous affair and it should be so,
He would want it that way. There
never has been a man born on earth
whose birth has been celebrated
with greater joy. He taught us that
it is more blessed to give than re-
ceive. How true this is, for Christ- |.
mas is the one day in all the year
when ALL of us get more pleasure
out of giving than receiving. If we
could only remember that for the
rest of the year what a better world
this would be.
Christmas is a family affair. Be-
cause of Him families are knit closer.
We've had fun all our lives, but
the greatest came every Christmas
morning. Our five kids jumped out
of their beds and rushed into our
room (they were allowed one peek
to see if Santa had come) and then
‘we all marched to the tree; first, the
two girls, then the three boys, fol-
lowed by Mom and Pop.
Foolish? Of course. But don't we
T
was the Might before
Ghristmas . . .
when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads;
And Mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon, on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Gave luster of mid-day to objects below;
When, what to my wandering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With ‘a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his courses they came,
And he whistled, ‘and shouted, and called them by
name: .
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Pracer! and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall!
Now dash away, dash away, dash away, all!’
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
So, up to the house top the courses they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys—and St. Nicholas too.
And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and
soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook, when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump—a right jolly elf;
And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye, a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
_And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
And sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle;
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas fo all, and fo cll a gooduighl”
Let the bells ring out and
the carolers shout—a joy- !
ous holiday season be [
yours, from us, to you.
Santa’s saying Merry
Christmas to you—and in
this greeting we join him
too.
GREETINGS
Jacob Anderes
May the light of peace
shine down upon us in this
Year, and the years to
come.
Jack Nothoff's
have the most fun doing foolish Grace Cave Shoppe
things ? Main Street Dallas
Ag families grow up they disband,
but if they don’t separate more than
a couple of hundred miles, may still I I I RS
Make your reservations now for New Year’s Eve
Fireplaces, Patios, Terraces, and All Concrete Work
Harveys Lake
Center Hill Road 528-R-3 Dallas, Pa. i Sunset
ERE RRR TERETE :
have family Christmas. No one ex-
pects ‘the kids home on Christmas
Day. They have families of their
own, but Mom and Pop, after the
kids had gone, always have their
{Christmas in the week-end between
Christmas and New Year's Day.
Who knows whether Jesus was
born on December 25th or not? To
us, His birthday is any day at this
time of the year when our family can
get together. That's all we want for
Christmas—all our kids around us,
the week-end between the 25th of
December and January 1st.
There has been some talk this
year that this may not be possible;
one kid has this problem, another
has something else he has to do, and
unselfish Mom seems to be going |g
along with them, but not us. The
kids are coming up for that week-
end, as usual, if we have to hire a
‘bus and gather them. That's all we
want for Christmas.
No, we want something else and
we've already got it. It's the nicest
present we've ever received. lA friend
of ours whom we pick up on the way
into work occasionally if we happen
_to get to his corner before the bus,
has offered to pay us for this service
but we would never take his money.
Tirst, because we enjoy his company
and second because it may obligate
us to stop for him every day which |
sometimes we cannot do. So one day
while out into the woods he cut
down a white birch to make himself
one of those #ecorative mantle
pieces, to cover with ground pine and
with four holes for candles. You
‘may buy them for a couple of dol-
lars, but if he had done that he
knew we wouldn’t have enjoyed it,
so while cutting his own, he thought
of us, and cut one for us too. All it
cost him was the price of four can-
dles, and that is one of the things
we like. Who doesn’t like to re-
ceive inexpensive gifts from persons
who are thinking of them? .What
we liked best was that he chose
Christmas to give us this present.
He could have offered something on
the Fourth of July or Memorial Day,
but had he, we wouldn't have ac-
cepted it. He knew that we couldn’t
take anything for doing something
we enjoy, we enjoy his company.
But Christmas, that is different. It
is the time for giving and making
~ others happy by receiving. This is
what Jesus taught.
- We wish everyone as merry a
Christmas ag we know we are going
to have.
Third Annual Carol Sing
The William G. Moss home and
‘garden on Carverton Road, Trucks-
ville, has been chosen by Back
Mountain civic minded folks as the
setting for the third annual carol
sing tomorrow night, Saturday, De- i
cember 22.
ody
90 Ferguson Ave.
3 Main Street
The Holiday Special brings
you a caboose full of happy
holiday wishes. May the
year ahead be a bright one.
Fred L. Parry
“YOUR NASH DEALER”
Bennett Street
May your holiday tree be
laden with the good wishes
we send your way. A Merry
Christmas from us all.
Woolbert's Funeral Home
Shavertown
O ur sincere appreciation
and thanks for your wel-
come patronage in the past
year. A very merry Christ-
mas.
Kozy Korner
THOMAS SIMON, prop.
; Shavertown
We send you all wherever
you happen to be —good
wishes f o r Christmas and
thanks for your patronage.
Crompton's Tot-n-teen Shop
Shavertown
Our Christmas greetings to
you are as bright as a little
child’s face when he sees
his Christmas tree.
SHOP AT THE
Dallas 3c, 10cand $1 Store
Open Every Night ’til Christmas Eve
MAIN STREET
D o w n the chimney Santa
comes, with a sack full of
our thanks for your loyal
patronage in the past year.
“Duke” Isaacs
Trucksville
Here’s wishing you a lot of
Christmas cheer and also,
a very happy New Year.
Martin's Service Station
In the Y” Trucksville
We join St. Nick in sending §
you showers of good wish-
es for Christmas and the
new year.
Smith Beauty Shop
27 Machell Avenue
Our employees all join us
in wishing you and your
family the happiness of
Christmas seasons and a
prosperous year.
Henry L. Deater
PLUMBING and HpaTING
Harveys Lake