📱 eBook en inglés A LITTLE BOOK OF CHRISTMAS

Ten minutes later a passing taxi was hailed by a shivering gentleman carrying an iron pot full of pennies and nickels and an occasional quarter in one hand, and a turkey-red coat, trimmed with white cotton cloth, thrown over his arm. Strange to say, considering the inclemency of the night, he wore neither a hat nor an overcoat.
A TOAST TO SANTA CLAUS
Wheneer I find a man who dont
Believe in Santa Claus,
And spite of all remonstrance wont
Yield up to logics laws,
And see in things that lie about
The proof by no means dim,
I straightway cut that fellow out,
And dont believe in him.
The good old Saint is everywhere
Along lifes busy way.
We find him in the very air
We breathe day after day–
Where courtesy and kindliness
And love are joined together,
To give to sorrow and distress
A touch of sunny weather.
"Where to, sir?" queried the chauffeur.
"The police-station," said Hetherington. "I dont know where it is, but the one in this precinct is the one I want.""Yell have to pay by the hour to-night, sir," said the chauffeur. "The station aint a half-mile away, sir, but Heaven knows how long itll take us to get there."