The Week Before Christmas
'Tis the week before Christmas and every night,
As soon as the children are snuggled up tight
And have sleepily murmured their wishes and prayers,
Such fun as goes on in the parlour downstairs!
For Father, big brother, and Grandfather too,
Start in with great vigour their youth to renew.
The grown-ups are having great fun, all is well,
And they play till they have no more stories to tell.
They try to solve puzzles and each one enjoys
The magical thrill of mechanical toys,
Even Mother must play with a doll that can talk,
And if you assist it, it's able to walk.
It's really no matter if paint may be scratched,
Or a cogwheel, a nut, or a bolt gets detached;
The grown-ups are having great fun, all is well;
The children don't know it and Santa won't tell.
LOLLYPOP LAND 
By G.A. Schultz
In Lollypop Land there's a fairy so sweet,
Just a calico queen, all shiny and neat,;
A gingerbread house and a rock candy lane,
With a red and white fence made of peppermint cane;
An orange-flavored moon, by a cotton fluff cloud,
And gay little elves who are happy and proud.
In Lollypop Land there's marshmallow snow,
And the scent of perfume in the breezes that blow.
It's a little girl's dream and a small boy's delight,
A Santa Claus land from morning till night;
A beautiful smile and a kind helping hand,
And every day's Christmas in Lollypop Land.
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