HOLLY
Holly was considered sacred by
the Druids, who believed that its
evergreen leaves attested to the
^ fact that it was never deserted by
the sun. Legends relate that the
crown of thorns was plaited from
the holly. Before the Crucifixion,
the berries were white, but turned
crimson like drops of blood. Who
ever brings the Christmas holly
into the house first, either hus
^band or wife, is the one who will
rule the ensuing year.
Santa knows a trick or three
As you can very plainly ace,
He’ll come acroc* week
Christmas Cheer
And wish you, too, a glad
New Year.
PIONEER
WAT E R
DELIVERY
(Uliristmae 1
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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In the hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
I he children wera nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar plums danced through their heads.
Mama in her 'kerchief and I in my cap,
Had Hist settled our brains for a long winter nap.
When uui on the lawn there rose such a clatter,
1 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' back the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new' fallen snow
Gave luster of noon day to objects below.
When what to my w'ondering 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 coursers they came.
And he whistled and shouted and called each by name.
Now Dasher, Now' Dancer, Now Prancer, Now Vixen,
On Comet, On Cupid, On Donner and Blitzen.
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall,
Now, dash away, dash away, dash away all.
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing, a-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 hung 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 and 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 bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump—a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and 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.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down on a thistle.
And I heard him exclaim ’ere he drove out of sight:
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT'
\
III
☆ Holiday Greetings from The
System of the P lying Clippers ... to
all of Alaska. With more Clippers
now serving the Territory . . .
more Alaskans can enjoy Flying
Clipper travel during the Holiday
Season and throughout 1947.
Pan American
World Airways
C7Jfe System of the^h/yiny Clippers
This paper nyc May this “Bee” the Merriest
Christmas vet, and a “Money” of a New Year.
The OLl 5 POT