<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384358" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Curious Story</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I heard such a curious story<br>Of Santa Claus. Once, so they say,<br>He set out to find what people were kind,<br>Before he took presents their way.<br>'This year I will give but to givers,<br>To those who make presents themselves.'<br>With a nod of his head, old Santa Claus said<br>To his band of bright officer elves:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Go into the homes of the happy<br>Where Pleasure stands page at the door,<br>Watch well how they live, and report what they give<br>To the hordes of God's suffering poor.<br>Keep track of each cent and each moment,<br>Yea, tell me each word, too, they use,<br>To silver line clouds for earth's suffering crowds,<br>And tell me, too, when they refuse.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>So, into our homes flew the fairies,<br>Though never a soul of us knew,<br>And with pencil and book, they sat by us, and took<br>Each action, if false or if true.<br>White marks for the deeds done for others,<br>Black marks for the deeds done for self,<br>And nobody hid what he said or he did,<br>For no one, of course, sees an elf.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Well, Christmas came all in its season<br>And Santa Claus, so I am told,<br>With a very light pack of small gifts on his back<br>And his reindeers all left in the fold,<br>Set out on a leisurely journey,<br>And finished ere midnight, they say,<br>And there never had been such surprise and chagrin,<br>Before on the breaking of day</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>As there was on that bright Christmas morning<br>When stockings and cupboards and shelves<br>Were ransacked and sought in for gifts that were not in-<br>But wasn't it fun for the elves?<br>And what did I get? You confuse me-<br>I got not one thing, and that's true,<br>But had I suspected my actions detected<br>I would have had gifts-wouldn't you?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384358" data-title="Curious Story de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="I heard such a curious story Of Santa Claus. Once, so they say, He set out to find what people were kind, Before he took presents their way. 'This year I will give but to givers, To those who make presents themselves.' With a nod of his head, old ..."></div> </div> </div>

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