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 And yet we know somewhere beyond this grayness Christmas bells are ringing and Christmas carols singing.

You’ll keep the day with festal cheer, and be to-night in a whirl of festivity. We’ll have the biggest, crackliest, snappiest Yule log we can find, and the brightest blaze a Rochester burner can produce—and then what? Why, just let me tell you. Three brand-new books, a dozen magazines, sent us some weeks ago by a blessed saint and kept by us as a special treat for the holiday season. I can hardly wait till night. Just to think of those new books with uncut pages gives me a kindly “peace on earth, good will to man” feeling.

Good-bye. God bless us, every one.