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		In the rush of early morning,
		   When the red burns through the gray,
		And the wintry world lies waiting
		   For the glory of the day,
		Then we hear a fitful rustling
		   Just without upon the stair,
		See two small white phantoms coming,
		   Catch the gleam of sunny hair.

		Are they Christmas fairies stealing
		   Rows of little socks to fill?
		Are they angels floating hither
		   With their message of good-will?
		What sweet spell are these elves weaving,
		   As like larks they chirp and sing?
		Are these palms of peace from heaven
		   That these lovely spirits bring?

		Rosy feet upon the threshold,
		   Eager faces peeping through,
		With the first red ray of sunshine,
		   Chanting cherubs come in view:
		Mistletoe and gleaming holly,
		   Symbols of a blessed day,
		In their chubby hands they carry,
		   Streaming all along the way.

		Well we know them, never weary
		   Of this innocent surprise;
		Waiting, watching, listening always
		   With full hearts and tender eyes,
		While our little household angels,
		   White and golden in the sun,
		Greet us with the sweet old welcome,--
		   "Merry Christmas, every one!"				

-- Louisa May Alcott, 1876

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