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The Goblins' Christmas

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upon a time I visited Fairy-land and spent a day in Goblin-town. The people there are much like ourselves, only they are very, very small and roguish. They play pranks on one another and have great fun. They are good natured and jolly, and rarely get angry. But if one does get angry, he quickly recovers his good nature and joins again in the sport.If a Goblin should continue angry he would take on some visible form. Perhaps he would become a toad or a squirrel, or some other little animal, and would have to live here on the Earth-plane forevermore. But, if he keeps good natured, he can come here and have his fun, and not be seen by any one except a Seer, or very wise person.The Goblins are gracious to the wise people now, but they were not always so. A long, long time ago, on a Christmas-eve, the Fairy-folk were having great sport. All the little people of the Unseen-world had gathered together in the Earth-realm. There were Brownies, and Gnomes, and Elves; even some little Cherubs had joined them. They were having a wild dance and a gay time when who should appear but Kris Kringle! Now the Fairies did not know that he was a Magician, or Seer, and so they tried to make sport of him. But Kris by his wonderful magic, changed them into the most beautiful toys. They became straight little jumping-jacks, and dolls in bright dresses, and the dearest little rabbit with white, soft fur. And somewhere in the bottom of the sleigh one was turned into a cute little Teddy-bear. Then old Kris tucked all these toys into his roomy sleigh, and shook the reins of his waiting steed. "Go on!" he said, "For I've many, many a chimney to reach tonight."Now this is the tale of "The Goblins' Christmas" that the moonbeams told, as they heard it from the Fairy-Queen, who declares that every word of it is perfectly true.     Illustrations. "Down the Milky way" "The big black caldron" "As through the air they flew" "They climbed the sleigh" "'Playthings rare,' he said" "For his Christmas treat" Preface Presentation Fairy Queen Sprite and Toadstool Boy and Rabbit Witch with Broom Elf and Spider

  To EARL and GEORGIA: little Man, and tiny Maid,Who love the Fairies in the glade,Who see them in the tangled grassThe Gnomes and Brownies, as they pass,Who hear the Sprites from Elf-land callGo, frolic with these Brownies small,And join these merry sporting Elves,But ever be your own sweet selves.       The big bright Moon hung high and round,In a densely darkened sky;The tall pines swayed, and mocked, and groaned;The mountains grew so highThat the Man-in-the-Moon came out and said,"Ho! Spooks, for a merry dance."The winds blow hard, the caverns roar,While o'er the earth they prance.     A Witch and a Goblin led the sprites;Out from the sky they sprung;And down the milky way they slid,And over a chasm swung.The streams around ran witches' broth,The fumes were strong and rank.These Elfin creatures all were wroth,While of the stuff they drank.  


      The cunning Moon looked on and laughedWith a shrill and sneering jibe;Her soul grew fat to see them chaffed,This mad and elfish tribe.The big black caldron boiled so highWith food for these queer mites,That it lit the world throughout the sky,And down came all the Sprites.  

      Their mad career upset a star,As through the air they flew:It cringed in fear, and shot afar,And fell where no one knew.Orion's sword was broke in bits,Corona's crown was gone,Capella seemed to lose her wits,While all so longed for dawn.     Then from the night there came a soundOf sleigh-bells ringing sweet;Out of the chaos came a man—Kris Kringle—for his Christmas treat."Ho! Kris!" they cried, "We'll have some fun,We'll bind the old man down,We'll tie him up, and toss him o'erInto our Goblin-town."  

    They climbed the sleigh with shout and din,To bind his hands and feet;A hundred strong they clambered inOur good old Kris to meet....