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And you shall understand it all if, perchance, this sacred Christmas time a little Mistress Merciless of your own, or a little Master Sweetheart, clingeth to your knee and sanctifieth your hearth stone. AND YOU SHALL UNDERSTAND IT ALL IF PERCHANCE THIS SACRED CHRISTMAS TIME A LITTLE MISTRESS MERCILESS OF YOUR OWN OR A LITTLE MASTER'S SWEETHEART CLINGETH TO YOUR KNEE AND SANCTIFIETH YOUR HEARTHSTONE
shone very bright, and the full fair garden joyed in the music of those birds, Master Sweetheart did not come, and they missed the little lame boy and wondered where he was. And as he never came again they thought at last that of a surety he had departed into that country whereof he loved to tell. Which thing filled our little Mistress Merciless with wonder and inquiry; and I think she was lonely ever after that,--lonely for Master Sweetheart. I am thinking now of her and of him; for this is the Christmas season,--the time when it is most meet to think of the children and other sweet and holy things. There is snow everywhere, snow and cold. The garden is desolate and voiceless: the flowers are gone, the trees are ghosts, the birds have departed. It is winter out there, and it is winter, too, in this heart of mine. Yet in this Christmas season I think of them, and it pleaseth me--God forbid that I offend with much speaking--it pleaseth me to tell of the little things they did and loved.  GOING AND ONE DAY WHEN THE SUN SHONE VERY BRIGHT AND THE FULL FAIR GARDEN JOYED IN THE MUSIC OF THOSE BDS MASTER SWEETHEART DID NOT COME AND THEY MISSED THE LITTLE LAME BOY AND WONDERED WHERE HE WAS AND AS HE NEVER CAME AGAIN THEY THOUGHT AT LAST THAT OF A SURETY HE HAD DEPARTED INTO THAT COUNTRY WHEREOF HE LOVED TO TELL WHICH THING FILLED OUR LITTLE MISTRESS MERCILESS WITH WONDER AND INQUIRY AND I THINK SHE WAS LONELY EVER AFTER THAT LONELY FOR MASTER SWEETHEART I AM THINKING NOW OF HER AND OF HIM FOR THIS IS THE CHRISTMAS SEASON THE TIME WHEN IT IS MOST MEET TO THINK OF THE CHILDREN AND OTHER SWEET AND HOLY THINGS THERE IS SNOW EVERYWHERE SNOW AND COLD THE GARDEN IS DESOLATE AND VOICELESS THE FLOWERS ARE GONE THE TREES ARE GHOSTS THE BIRDS HAVE DEPARTED IT IS WINTER OUT THERE AND IT IS WINTER TOO IN THIS HEART OF MINE YET IN THIS CHRISTMAS SEASON I THINK OF THEM AND IT PLEASETH ME GOD FORBID THAT I OFFEND WITH MUCH SPEAKING IT PLEAS ME TO TELL OF THE LITTLE THINGS THEY DID AND LOVED
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