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Christmas Children. By M. NORA BOYLAN. (An acrostic for the primary grade. Each child wears a large gilt star around his neck. As he begins to speak, he turns it over, showing his letter on the reverse side.) All: Happy children here we stand. Bringing words of love; For on this glad Christmas day Christ came from above. First child: C is for the Christ Who came To this lowly earth. Second child: H is for the harps that rang At our Saviour's birth. Third child: R is for the ringing bells, Telling Christmas-tide. Fourth child: I is for the crystal ice Where we go to slide. Fifth child: S is for the schoolboy's sled When he coasting goes. Sixth child: T is for poor Tommy Jones— Jack Frost bit his nose. Seventh child: M is for the merry part Of this Christmas day, Eighth child: A is for the apple pies Grandma put away. Ninth child: S is for old Santa Claus, Coming here to-night. Hope he'll wait till nearly morn, So it will be light. All: Yes, we're happy children nine, And to each we're true, Three cheers for jolly Santa Claus, A happy day to you. Santa Claus. (A letter exercise for ten very small children. Let each child present placard bearing the letter as he recites his line. At the close, all shut their eyes and screw them up very tight.) S stands for stockings we hang up so high. A is for all we get if we don't cry. N is for nobody he will pass by. T is for to-morrow, the day we eat pie. A stands for at last old Santa is nigh. C for the children who love him so well. L for the little girl, his name she can spell. A stands for apples so rosy and red. U is for us as we wait for his sled. S stands for Santa Claus, who comes in the night when we are tucked up in bed with our eyes closed so tight Charity