John Alden And Percilly.

    We got up a Christmas-doin's
        Last Christmas Eve -
    Kindo' dimonstration
        'At I railly believe
    Give more satisfaction -
        Take it up and down -
    Than ary intertainment
        Ever come to town!

    Railly was a theater -
        That's what it was, -
    But, bein' in the church, you know,
        We had a "Santy Clause" -
    So 's to git the old folks
        To patternize, you see,
    And back the institootion up
        Kindo' morally.

    Schoolteacher writ the thing -
        (Was a friend o' mine),
    Got it out o' Longfeller's
        Pome "Evangeline" -
    Er some'rs - 'bout the Purituns - .
        Anyway, the part
    "John Alden" fell to me -
        And learnt it all by heart!

    Claircy was "Percilly" -
        (Schoolteacher 'lowed
    Me and her could act them two
        Best of all the crowd) -
    Then - blame ef he didn't
        Git her Pap, i jing! -
    To take the part o' "Santy Clause,"
        To wind up the thing.

    Law! the fun o' practisun! -
        Was a week er two
    Me and Claircy didn't have
        Nothin' else to do! -
    Kep' us jes a-meetin' round,
        Kindo' here and there,
    Ever' night rehearsin'-like,
        And gaddin' ever'where!

    Game was wo'th the candle, though! -
        Christmas Eve at last
    Rolled around. - And 'tendance jes
        Couldn't been surpassed! -
    Neighbors from the country
        Come from Clay and Rush -
    Yes, and 'crost the county-line
        Clean from Puckerbrush!

    Meetin'-house jes trimbled
        As "Old Santy" went
    Round amongst the childern,
        With their pepperment
    And sassafrac and wintergreen
        Candy, and "a ball
    O' popcorn," the preacher 'nounced,
        "Free fer each and all!"

    Schoolteacher suddently
        Whispered in my ear, -
    "Guess I got you: - Christmas-gift! -
        Christmas is here!"
    I give him a gold pen,
        And case to hold the thing, -
    And Claircy whispered "Christmas-gift!"
        And I give her a ring.

    "And now," says I, "jes watch me -
    Christmas-gift," says I,
    "I'm a-goin' to git one -
    'Santy's' comin' by!" -
    Then I rech and grabbed him:
    And, as you'll infer,
    'Course I got the old man's,
    And he gimme her!

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James Whitcomb Riley was an American writer, poet, and best-selling author. He was known as the "Hoosier Poet" and the "Children's Poet" for his dialect works and children's poetry respectively. Over his career, Riley authored approximately 1,000 poems, including "Little Orphant Annie" and "The Raggedy Man". His influence extended into the 20th century, and his works continued to be celebrated for their nostalgic and rural themes.

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Long afore
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Ust to wait, and set up late, a week er two ahead:
Couldn't hardly keep awake, ner wouldn't go to bed:
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Long afore
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Snapped their saucy little fingers at the chill December night;
And in dressing-gown and slippers, I had tilted back "my throne" -
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When she turn' her face away,
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