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not more n half dressed, and Susan came in, too, an we just made Rome howl with MerryChrismas Merry Chrismas to each other. Ef you ren dontmake less noise in there, cried father, Ill hev to send you allback to bed. The idea of askin s an girls to keep quiet onChrismas mornin when theyve got new sleds an Garlands ofFrienship Santa Claus chuckled; his rosy cheeks fairly beamed joy. Otis an I didnt want any breakfast, said Joel. We made up ourminds that a stockinful of candy and popcorn and raisins would stayus for a while. I do believe there wasnt buckwheat cakes enough inthe township to keep us indoors that mornin; buckwheat cakes dontsize up much longside of a red sled with Yankee Doodle painted ontoit and a black sled named Snow Queen. We didnt care how cold itwasso much the better for slidin downhill All the s had newsledsLafe Dawson, Bill Holbrook, Gum Adams, Rube Playford, LeanderMerrick, Ezra Purpleall on em had new sleds excep Martin Peavey, and he said he calculated Santa Claus had skipped him this year causehis father had broke his leg haulin logs from the Pelham woods andhad been kep indoors six weeks. But Martin had his ol sled, and hedidnt hev to ask any odds of any of us, neither. I brought Martin a sled the next Christmas, said Santa Claus. Like as notbut did you ever slide downhill, Santa Claus I dontmean such hills as they hev out here in this new country, but one ofthem oldfashioned New England hills that was made specially for sto slide down, full of bumpers an thankyemarms, and about ten timeslonger comin up than it is goin down The wind blew in our faces andalmos took our breath away. Merry Chrismas to ye, little s itseemed to say, and it untied our mufflers an whirled the snow in ourfaces, jist as if it was a , too, an wanted to play with us. Anol crow came flappin over us from the cornfield beyond the meadow. He said: Caw, caw, when he saw my new sledI spose hed never seena red one before. Otis had a hard time with his sledthe blackonean he wondered why it wouldnt go as fast as mine would. Hevyou scraped the paint offn the runners asked Wralsey Goodnow. Course I hev, said Otis; broke my own knife an Lute Ingrahamsadoin it, but it dont seem to make no difrencethe darned olthing wont go Then, what did Simon Buzzell say but that, likesnot, it was because Otiss sleds name was Snow Queen. Never didsee a girl sled that was worth a cent, anyway, sez Simon. Well, now, that jest about broke Otis up in business.
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the girls comealongSister Elvira an Thankful, Prudence Tucker, Belle Yocum, Sophrone Holbrook, Sis Hubbard, an Marthy Sawyer. Marthys brotherIncrease wanted her to ride on his sled, but Marthy allowed that ared sled was her choice every time. I dont see how Im goin tohold on, said Marthy. Seems as if I would hev my hands full keepinmy things from blowin away. Dont worry about yourself, Marthy, sez I, for if youll look after your things, I kind o calclate Illmanage not to lose you on the way. Dear Marthyseems as if I couldsee you now, with your tangled hair ablowin in the wind, your eyesall bright and sparklin, an your cheeks as red as apples. Seems, too, as if I could hear you laughin and callin, jist as you did as Itoiled up the old New England hill that Chrismas morninacallin:Joel, Joel, Joelaint ye ever comin, Joel But the hill is longand steep, Marthy, an Joel aint the he used to be; hes old, angray, an feeble, but theres love an faith in his heart, an theykind o keep him totterin towrd the voice he hears acallin: Joel, Joel, Joel I knowI see it all, murmured Santa Claus very softly.

It aint a girl sled, sezhe, and its name aint Snow Queen Im agoin to call it DanlWebster, or Olver Optic, or Sheriff Robbins, or after some otherbig man An the s plagued him so much about that pesky girl sledthat he scratched off the name, an, as I remember, it did go betterafter that About the only thing, continued Joel, that marred the harmony ofthe occasion, as the editor of the Hampshire County Phoenix used tosay, was the ashes that Deacon Morris Frisbie sprinkled out in frontof his house. He said he wasnt going to have folks breakin theirnecks jest on account of a lot of frivolous s that was goin to thegallows as fas as they could Oh, how we hated him and wed havesnowballed him, too, if we hadnt been afraid of the constable thatlived next door. But the ashes didnt bother us much, and every timewe slid sidesaddle wed give the ashes a kick, and that sort ofscattered em. The bare thought of this made Santa Claus laugh. Goin on about nine oclock, said Joel,

Oh, that was so long ago, sighed Joel; so very long ago And Ivehad no Chrismas sinceonly once, when our little oneMarthys anmineyou remember him, Santa Claus Yes, said Santa Claus, a toddling little with blue eyes Like his mother, interrupted Joel; an he was like her, toosogentle an lovin, only we called him Joel, for that was my fathersname and it kind o run in the famly. He want moren three yearsold when you came with your Chrismas presents for him, Santa Claus. We had told him about you, and he used to go to the chimney everynight and make a little prayer about what he wanted you to bring him. And you brought em, tooa stickhorse, an a picturebook, an someblocks, an a drumtheyre on the shelf in the closet there, and hislittle Chrismas stockin with emIve saved em all, an Ive takenem down an held em in my hands, oh, so many times