TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, A REVISED VERSION (POEM)
Jaynes, Alice
'Twas the Night Before Christmas A Revised Version By ALICE JAYAES In "The Ladies' Home Journal" 'T WAS the night before Christmas, when all in the shop, Not a salesgirl nor wrapper but thought...
...The salesgirl so pale went straight to her work, For dozens of buyers forbade her to shirk...
...She was dressed all in fur from her feet to her head, And a comfortable feeling of opulence shed...
...Hours and hours played the drama, long after she'd gone, Delivery boys, women, cash girls struggled on...
...You vixen...
...More rapid than reindeer, reproaches they came, As she scolded and called the poor girl a harsh name...
...Don't dare answer back...
...A salesgirl was selling small gifts...
...How stupid...
...Oh, good people, pity...
...I'll report you at once for being so slack...
...The lights from the shining bulbs, white in their glow, Gave luster of midday to objects below...
...How such things can happen, I really can't see...
...And giving a nod, up the store aisle she sailed, Fidl of wrath that her own "Merry Christmas" had failed...
...In hundreds of stores in many a city, This spells "Merry Christmas...
...The cash children rushed with the money with care, With wan faces strained, hither, thither they fled, While visions of reprimands flashed through each head, At an hour ichen rich children were tied in nightcaps, And settling themselves for their long winter naps, From tables and counters arose such a clatter Some terrible tragedy must be the matter...
...Now where can they be...
...Twas the Night Before Christmas A Revised Version By ALICE JAYAES In "The Ladies' Home Journal" 'T WAS the night before Christmas, when all in the shop, Not a salesgirl nor wrapper but thought she ivould drop...
...Like a flash She tore open boxes and counted out cash, When what to my wondering ears should resound But a shrewish abuse you could hear aisles around, From a woman, well gowned, who came just to kick, I knew in a minute she was "the Old Nick...
...My gifts never came...
Vol. 6 • December 1914 • No. 46
