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.

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

We each have a story to tell, I know; so let each one take his turn.

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

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.

Strength and skill are happy comrades.

Oh! like a wreath, let Christmas mirth To-day encircle all the earth, And bind the nations with the love That Jesus brought from heaven above.