TINY TOTS’ COLUMN.

Waikato Times, Volume 103, Issue 17326, 11 February 1928, Page 16 (Supplement)

TINY TOTS’ COLUMN.

SLEEPY TOWN.

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Sleepy Town is very nice. For breakfast you have strawberry ice; At dinner there is apple foam— A thing you seldom get at home —• At tea time, in the land of dreams, They give you cups of chocolate

creams; For supper there is never milk, But pinky peaches soft asi'silk.

Sleepy Town’s not very far; Just in the heart of a silver star. You must try with might and main To catch the children’s fastest train. The engine-driver is a hare, The railway guard is a baby bear. Yawning twice will pay the fare. Shut your eyes and you’ll be there. (Sent by Maud Merriman, 11 years.) THE TOY TRAIN. When the weather turns to rain And I must play inside I often fetch my puffer-train And give the toys a ride. My engine is a lovely pink, The trucks are emerald green; My train, I’m certain, you would think The smartest ever seen. KIDS. How large unto the tiny fly Must little things appear! A rosebud like a feather bed, Its prickle like a spear; A dewdrop like a looking-glass, A hair like golden wire; The smallest grain of mustard-seed As fierce as coals of fire. —Walter de la Mare.

A CHRISTMAS TALE. Joan and Jean’s aunty did not believe in Santa Clause a scrap. Their mother and father were away in Afrioa, and Joan and Jean, or the twins as they were often called, were sure that Christmas was going to be very dull indeed. One day about two weeks before Christmas Eve the twins’ aunty asked them if they would like to go to the seaside for a holiday. Of course Joan and Jean said “yes” for what child does not like the seaside.

Then their aunty asked what they would like as a present to take with thdm.

“Oh, I would so like a book of stories about Santa Claus,” said Jean. “So would I,” said Joan. “Such silly children,” said their aunty,” you shall get a work box each, both of you, and learn to sew.”

“Oh, Aunty,” cried the twins pleadingly. On Christmas Eve the twins’ aunty sat knitting in the dining room by the Are, and the twins themselves were fast asleep in their little beds, when all at once the lady heard a noise in the chimney. Next minute two feet appeared, then there stood Santa Claus oil the hearth smiling in his old cheery way at aunty who stood there staring, scarcely believing her eyes. "Oh my, ! quite believe there is a Santa Claus after all,” she said smilingly. “Quite true, madam, there has always been a Santa Claus. Now what would your little nieces like for Christmas, hurry up and choose as I am rather late to-night and l must lie quick,” said Santa. The twins’ aunty chose some nice presents for her nieces, and next, morning when Joan and .lean woke up and saw their beautiful presents they declared that they had never had sucli a lovely Christmas before. —Sent by Lily Mazcngarh.