A Tale Of Christmas Eve

to his Christmas tide in Germany, and in the year of 1850, and in the city of Berlin, which is most beautiful to the eye, a poor boy was hurt, calling out to passersby, who buy my pretty figures? loudly he did cry, plaster of Paris figures, but no one inclined to buy His clothes were thin, and he was nearly frozen with cold, and wholly starving with hunger,

a pitiful sight to behold. And the twilight was giving place, to the shadows of approaching night, and those who possessed a home were seeking its warmth and light. And the market square was dark, and he began to moan, when he thought of his hungry brother and sisters at home. Alas! The poor boy was afraid to go home. Oh, heaven! Hard was his lot,

for money he'd none, and the tears coursed down his cheeks, while loudly he did cry, by my plaster of parish figures. Oh, please come by! It was now quite dark while he stood there, And the passersby did at the poor boy's stare, as he stood shivering, with cold in the market square.

And with the falling snow, he was almost frozen to the bone. And what would it avail him, standing there alone? Therefore, he must make up his mind, to return home. Then he tried to hoist the board and figures onto his head.

And for fear of letting the board fall, he was in great dread. Then he struggled manfully forward, without delay! But alas! He fell on the pavement, oh horror and dismay! And his beautiful figures were broken, and scattered around him, and at the sight there of his eyes grew dim.