Some Christmas Stories

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Some Christmas Stories by Charles Dickens

Several Christmas Stories for Your Christmas Time.

Contents:

A Christmas Tree

What Christmas is as we Grow Older

The Poor Relation's Story

The Child's Story

The Schoolboy's Story

Nobody's Story

An excerpt:

"I have been looking on, this evening, at a merry company of children

assembled round that pretty German toy, a Christmas Tree. The tree

was planted in the middle of a great round table, and towered high

above their heads. It was brilliantly lighted by a multitude of

little tapers; and everywhere sparkled and glittered with bright

objects. There were rosy-cheeked dolls, hiding behind the green

leaves; and there were real watches (with movable hands, at least,

and an endless capacity of being wound up) dangling from innumerable

twigs; there were French-polished tables, chairs, bedsteads,

wardrobes, eight-day clocks, and various other articles of domestic

furniture (wonderfully made, in tin, at Wolverhampton), perched

among the boughs, as if in preparation for some fairy housekeeping;

there were jolly, broad-faced little men, much more agreeable in

appearance than many real ment and no wonder, for their heads took

off, and showed them to be full of sugar-plums; there were fiddles

and drums; there were tambourines, books, work-boxes, paint-boxes,

sweetmeat-boxes, peep-show boxes, and all kinds of boxes; there were

trinkets for the elder girls, far brighter than any grown-up gold

and jewels; there were baskets and pincushions in all devices; there

were guns, swords, and banners; there were witches standing in

enchanted rings of pasteboard, to tell fortunes; there were

teetotums, humming-tops, needle-cases, pen-wipers, smelling-bottles,

conversation-cards, bouquet-holders; real fruit, made artificially

dazzling with gold leaf; imitation apples, pears, and walnuts,

crammed with surprises; in short, as a pretty child, before me,

delightedly whispered to another pretty child, her bosom friend,

"There was everything, and more."..."