Love is a bridge that links us heart to heart Mother and child can never live apart.

Nobody follows me where I go, Over the mountains or valleys below; Nobody sees where the wild winds blow, Only the Father in Heaven can know.

You better watch out You better not cry Better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town

There's love, sweet love, for one and all-- For love is best for great and small.

Let the child feel Christ is near him; By your faith will grow his own; Death nor danger will affright him If he never feels alone.

Merrily, merrily, listen to me, Flitting and flying from tree to tree. Nothing fear I, by land or sea, For God in Heaven is watching me.

Children delight in folk-tale and fairy lore, but the very little child loves best the story which mirrors the familiar. And it is for him, and for the mother who is striving in this age of profusion to guard the innate simplicity of her child's nature, that I have written my little stories.