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Sleep Tight Stories. Jimmy Scarec's Christmas.

Jimmy Scarecrow's Christmas.

Jimmy Scarecrow led a sad life in the winter.

Jimmy's greatest grief was his lack of occupation.

He liked to be useful, and in winter he was absolutely of no use at all.

He wondered how many such miserable winters he would have to endure.

He was a young scarecrow and this was his first one. He was strongly made and

although his wooden joints creaked a little when the wind blew, he did not grow

in the least rickety. Every morning when the wintry sun peered like a hard yellow eye

across the dry corn stubble, Jimmy felt sad. But at Christmas time his heart nearly broke. On Christmas Eve, Santa Claus came

in his sled heaped high with presents urging his team of reindeer across the field. He was on his way to the farmhouse where Betsy lived with her Aunt Hannah.

Betsy was a very good little girl with very smooth yellow curls and she had a great many presence.

Santa Claus had a large wax doll baby for her on his arm, tucked up against the fur collar of his coat.

He was afraid to trust it in the pack, lest it get broken. When poor Jimmy Scarecrow saw Santa Claus, his heart gave a great leap.

Santa Claus, here I am! He cried out, but Santa Claus did not hear him.

Santa Claus, please give me a little present.

I was good all summer and kept the crows out of the corn, pleaded the poor scarecrow in his choking voice,

but Santa Claus passed by with a merry hello and a great clamor of bells. Then Jimmy Scarecrow stood in the corn stubble and shook with

sobs until his joints creaked. I am of no use in the world and everyone has forgotten me.

He moaned, but he was mistaken.

The next morning, Betsy sat at the window holding her Christmas doll baby,

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