Christmas short stories
Time with most of us when Christmas Day all our limited world like a magic ring, left nothing out for us to miss or seek.
Bound together all our home enjoyments affections and hopes grouped everything and every one around the Christmas fire and made the little picture shining in our bright young eyes complete.
A Christmas Tree
Good for Christmas-time is the ruddy colour of the cloak in which the tree making a forest of itself for her to trip through with her basket Little Red Riding-Hood comes to me one Christmas Eve to give me information of the cruelty and treachery of that dissembling Wolf who ate her grandmother without making any impression on his appetite .
She was my first love. I felt that if I could have married Little Red Riding-Hood and knocked down all the animal creation.
Russian Christmas Party
Having thus retired into private life the count now gave neither fetes nor entertainments. Life at Otradnoe was much less gay than in past years the house and domain were as full of servants as ever and twenty persons or more sat down to dinner daily.
The old man marched on blindfold through the tangle of his pecuniary difficulties trying to conceal them and only succeeding in augmenting them having neither the courage nor the patience to untie the knots one by one.
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