CHRISTMAS EVERY DAY.
The little girl came into her papa's study, as she always did Saturday
morning before breakfast, and asked for a story. He tried to beg off
that morning, for he was very busy, but she would not let him. So he
began:
"Well, once there was a little pig--"
She put her hand over his mouth and stopped him at the word. She said
she had heard little pig-stories till she was perfectly sick of them.
"Well, what kind of story _shall_ I tell, then?"
"About Christmas. It's getting to be the season. It's past Thanksgiving
already."
"It seems to me," her papa argued, "that I've told as often about
Christmas as I have about little pigs."
"No difference! Christmas is more interesting."
"Well!" Her papa roused himself from his writing by a great effort.
"Well, then, I'll tell you about the little girl that wanted it
Christmas every day in the year. How would you like that?"
"First-rate!" said the little girl; and she nestled into comfortable
shape in his lap, ready for listening.
"Very well, then, this little pig--Oh, what are you pounding me for?"
"Because you said little pig instead of little girl."
"I should like to know what's the difference between a little pig and a
little girl that wanted it Christmas every day!"
"Papa," said the little girl, warningly, "if you don't go on, I'll
_give_ it to you!" And at this her papa darted off like lightning, and
began to tell the story as fast as he could.
Well, once there was a little girl who liked Christmas so much that
she wanted it to be Christmas every day in the year; and as soon as
Thanksgiving was over she began to send postal-cards to the old
Christmas Fairy to ask if she mightn't have it. But the old fairy
never answered any of the postals; and after a while the little girl
found out that the Fairy was pretty particular, and wouldn't notice
anything but letters--not even correspondence cards in envelopes; but
real letters on sheets of paper, and sealed outside with a
monogram--or your initial, anyway. So, then, she began to send her
letters; and in about three weeks--or just the day before Christmas,
it was--she got a letter from the Fairy, saying she might have it
Christmas every day for a year, and then they would see about having
it longer.
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The little girl came into her papa's study, as she always did Saturday
morning before breakfast, and asked for a story. He tried to beg off
that morning, for he was very busy, but she would not let him. So he
began:
"Well, once there was a little pig--"
She put her hand over his mouth and stopped him at the word. She said
she had heard little pig-stories till she was perfectly sick of them.
"Well, what kind of story _shall_ I tell, then?"
"About Christmas. It's getting to be the season. It's past Thanksgiving
already."
"It seems to me," her papa argued, "that I've told as often about
Christmas as I have about little pigs."
"No difference! Christmas is more interesting."
"Well!" Her papa roused himself from his writing by a great effort.
"Well, then, I'll tell you about the little girl that wanted it
Christmas every day in the year. How would you like that?"
"First-rate!" said the little girl; and she nestled into comfortable
shape in his lap, ready for listening.
"Very well, then, this little pig--Oh, what are you pounding me for?"
"Because you said little pig instead of little girl."
"I should like to know what's the difference between a little pig and a
little girl that wanted it Christmas every day!"
"Papa," said the little girl, warningly, "if you don't go on, I'll
_give_ it to you!" And at this her papa darted off like lightning, and
began to tell the story as fast as he could.
Well, once there was a little girl who liked Christmas so much that
she wanted it to be Christmas every day in the year; and as soon as
Thanksgiving was over she began to send postal-cards to the old
Christmas Fairy to ask if she mightn't have it. But the old fairy
never answered any of the postals; and after a while the little girl
found out that the Fairy was pretty particular, and wouldn't notice
anything but letters--not even correspondence cards in envelopes; but
real letters on sheets of paper, and sealed outside with a
monogram--or your initial, anyway. So, then, she began to send her
letters; and in about three weeks--or just the day before Christmas,
it was--she got a letter from the Fairy, saying she might have it
Christmas every day for a year, and then they would see about having
it longer.
CHRISTMAS EVERY DAY AND OTHER STORIES
CHRISTMAS EVERY DAY.
The little girl came into her papa's study, as she always did Saturday
morning before breakfast, and asked for a story. He tried to beg off
that morning, for he was very busy, but she would not let him. So he
began:
"Well, once there was a little pig--"
She put her hand over his mouth and stopped him at the word. She said
she had heard little pig-stories till she was perfectly sick of them.
"Well, what kind of story _shall_ I tell, then?"
"About Christmas. It's getting to be the season. It's past Thanksgiving
already."
"It seems to me," her papa argued, "that I've told as often about
Christmas as I have about little pigs."
"No difference! Christmas is more interesting."
"Well!" Her papa roused himself from his writing by a great effort.
"Well, then, I'll tell you about the little girl that wanted it
Christmas every day in the year. How would you like that?"
"First-rate!" said the little girl; and she nestled into comfortable
shape in his lap, ready for listening.
"Very well, then, this little pig--Oh, what are you pounding me for?"
"Because you said little pig instead of little girl."
"I should like to know what's the difference between a little pig and a
little girl that wanted it Christmas every day!"
"Papa," said the little girl, warningly, "if you don't go on, I'll
_give_ it to you!" And at this her papa darted off like lightning, and
began to tell the story as fast as he could.
Well, once there was a little girl who liked Christmas so much that
she wanted it to be Christmas every day in the year; and as soon as
Thanksgiving was over she began to send postal-cards to the old
Christmas Fairy to ask if she mightn't have it. But the old fairy
never answered any of the postals; and after a while the little girl
found out that the Fairy was pretty particular, and wouldn't notice
anything but letters--not even correspondence cards in envelopes; but
real letters on sheets of paper, and sealed outside with a
monogram--or your initial, anyway. So, then, she began to send her
letters; and in about three weeks--or just the day before Christmas,
it was--she got a letter from the Fairy, saying she might have it
Christmas every day for a year, and then they would see about having
it longer.
The little girl came into her papa's study, as she always did Saturday
morning before breakfast, and asked for a story. He tried to beg off
that morning, for he was very busy, but she would not let him. So he
began:
"Well, once there was a little pig--"
She put her hand over his mouth and stopped him at the word. She said
she had heard little pig-stories till she was perfectly sick of them.
"Well, what kind of story _shall_ I tell, then?"
"About Christmas. It's getting to be the season. It's past Thanksgiving
already."
"It seems to me," her papa argued, "that I've told as often about
Christmas as I have about little pigs."
"No difference! Christmas is more interesting."
"Well!" Her papa roused himself from his writing by a great effort.
"Well, then, I'll tell you about the little girl that wanted it
Christmas every day in the year. How would you like that?"
"First-rate!" said the little girl; and she nestled into comfortable
shape in his lap, ready for listening.
"Very well, then, this little pig--Oh, what are you pounding me for?"
"Because you said little pig instead of little girl."
"I should like to know what's the difference between a little pig and a
little girl that wanted it Christmas every day!"
"Papa," said the little girl, warningly, "if you don't go on, I'll
_give_ it to you!" And at this her papa darted off like lightning, and
began to tell the story as fast as he could.
Well, once there was a little girl who liked Christmas so much that
she wanted it to be Christmas every day in the year; and as soon as
Thanksgiving was over she began to send postal-cards to the old
Christmas Fairy to ask if she mightn't have it. But the old fairy
never answered any of the postals; and after a while the little girl
found out that the Fairy was pretty particular, and wouldn't notice
anything but letters--not even correspondence cards in envelopes; but
real letters on sheets of paper, and sealed outside with a
monogram--or your initial, anyway. So, then, she began to send her
letters; and in about three weeks--or just the day before Christmas,
it was--she got a letter from the Fairy, saying she might have it
Christmas every day for a year, and then they would see about having
it longer.
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| BN ID: | 2940013157873 |
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| Publisher: | SAP |
| Publication date: | 07/30/2011 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 47 KB |
| Age Range: | 6 - 8 Years |
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