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A WORTHY CHRISTMAS APPEAL
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there has been nothing that has
touched his heart to so great a
depth as the affectionate greetings
of the chiidrt n, before whom in
exercises every Tuesday morning
he stands and talks, sings and
draws pictures in crayon. Every
day we meet and pass going to
and from school an it is always a
pleasant word and a happy greet
ing from these dear iittiu folk 01
v\hcm, Christ said, the citizenry
of heaven is composed and whose
taces do always behold the Father
of lights in that abode of bliss. If
He loved them, it veiii do mankind
no harm to love them, too.
it lias been a very fruitless ef
fort to agree wall the precise
C(unsel frequently heard during
pastoiial rounds ab ut this time
of the year —near Christmas time
—that there is no such thing as
Santa C laus, and that it is wicked
to imagine th;.: there is such a be
ing. YVe fag- 1 (lie days of not
so very long ago f• r ttie most of
us when sh king-hanging time
was history-mak g time for we
boys and git's and h id been ever
sine- there was a right and a left
hand to us.
Happy old days. So full of
sweetness that has been turned |
into hard bitterness in so many
instances, save where the little
ones have been permitted to keep
Ibe customs of old trtsh m our
minds. What would home be
without them? I confess Ido not
know. Not much home to say
the least of it.
The old fattier who always en
tered into the joys of his children
during Yulelide festivities; who
always hung up his trousers se
curely tied at the bottoms, and
who alwavs got them filled with
kindling wood, on top of wtiich
were placed the real gifts,” and al
so went into ecstacv over what he
lead his children to believe he ac
cepted as the biggest stockingful of
nil —although he certainly was on
to their pranks long before
“Christmas gift” was sprung
on him first of all on the
morning of gifts, lost nothing in
entering into those playtime, but
rather secured a hold upon the af
fections of his children’s children
that no strain has been able to
sever. It is not surprising, then,
that when his oldest grandson
reached lie age that brought to
him the idea of giving gifts and
the knowledge that be had noth
ing to give—nothing? Yes, lie
had himself to gi. e, that he hid
in a large box and lcquescd that
he be taken into the ipom where
grandfather was on Christmas
morning and when the lid was
raised he leaped into the old gen
eral’s arms and gave himself to
a heart that always hid loved the
little fellow and h s never since
played “Indian giver” with the
recipient of this, his first Christ
mas gift.
These things occur in homes
where there is a d *.d, mother, sif
ters and brothers. But there are
homes out of which these have
been taken. In a conversation
with a dear friend only a few days
The Season’s Greetings
Among my many assets I like to count the on
ly one that money cannot buy —your good will.
And sxat this Holiday Season I extend to you
—not ns a customer alone, b'S as a friend —
t]i B st of Wishes for the con.' lg year.
Yours sincerely,
HOWARD L. CRAMICHAEL.
A Xmas Greeting.
Dear boys and girls, before this
issue of th • paper com -s out you
wiii be dismissed for the holidays.
I trust that you may have one
of the best times you have h id in
years, that no accident will hap
pen to any of you and that you
may have ! the sausage, cakes,
and goog things to eat possible.
Eat enough to make you sick, just
s<> you get well in time to come
back to :«ehool on Jan, 2.
Now', may you teachers have a
restful time, enjoy yourselves so
cially, and a few of you may even
change your names, if you think
lie t, an l then all come back after
Xiiiai and do the best year’s work
we have ever done.
Now, we have a few letters on
auocffer page of this paper. We
sinoi take pleasure in reading
them. Your friend,
T. J. Horton
ago the remark was made, “I
have always felt the loss of my
dear father.” Indeed, no one can
take that pi tee. They spring the
jokes on dad, but he’s a real live;
' wire in the thought and heart of
bis boy —provided he has had
common wisdom sufficient to lead
! him to make a pai or that boy,
ind pity the did who hasn’t
this.
i These things occur in homes
where there is a dod, mother, sis
ters and brothers. But there are
homes out of which these have |
been taken. In conversation with :
a dear friend only a few days ago
the remark was made, “I have al
ways felt the loss of my dear
father.” Indeed, no one can take!
that place. They spring the jokes
on dad, but he’s a real live wire in
the thought and heart of his boy—
provided he has had common
wisdom sufficient to lead him to
make a pal of that boy, and pity
the dad who hasn’t done this.
In the midst of festivities that
will be already begun within a
few days or hours, let us forget
not the little ones who are father
less, motherless, homeless. They
heed us now and will bless us la
ter.
One home out of which all had
been taken s't far as providers of
Christmas joys were concerned
and into which, it seemed, well
nigh everything contrary to the
spir it of the season had found its
unwelcome entrance, had as a re
maining remnant of a once loving
family, a little orphan girl. She
h id treasured an old doli received
as a token of dad’s love many
years before. As the day so rich
in anticipated blessings drew nigh
her little mind got busy. She had
written letters to Santa; had pray
ed out loud to be sure that Santa
might hear—and he did hear and
gave the things asked for. Kneel
ing beside her bed on Christmas
Eve, she tried to pray, but some
-1 how the hope had not burned so
bri htly as before and the petition
changed to child grief ahd found
its « xpre-sion' in tears. There
vvith the little oid doll kneeling by
her side she fell asleep and, in the
midst of her dreams of “Peace on
earth, good will towards men” she
was discovered. She wept her
self into Slumberland. Crying for
Santa Claus. Crying for dad.
Go out and find such a one
and be Santa for once for the oth
er fellow’s little orphan. The
fei ling is great. The blessing is
j greater.
HENRY COUNTY WEEKLY, McDONOUGH GEORGIA.
CHRISTMAS
A THOUGHT
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One day in the year we celebrate
the birth of Christ, the Prince of Peace.
Three hundred and sixty-four days
in the year we are are prone to forget
His teachings, sidestep His warnings,
and ignore His pleadings.
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It is the way of the world today.
Tomorrow may be different, but to
morrow is always yet to come.
f ■* HRISTMAS
A WISH
May the lite of the Prince of Peace
be an inspiration to you in the year that
is about to be born.
May the joys of happiness and the
blessings of peace rest upon you, abide
with you, enrich and ennoble you in
the years that are to come.
B. S. ELLIOTT,
Publisher.
Christmas. A. D. 1921.
