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Christmas Treasures

  • I count my treasures o’er with care.—
  • The little toy my darling knew,
  • A little sock of faded hue,
  • A little lock of golden hair.
  • Long years ago this holy time,
  • My little one—my all to me—
  • Sat robed in white upon my knee
  • And heard the merry Christmas chime.
  • “Tell me, my little golden-head,
  • If Santa Claus should come to-night,
  • What shall he bring my baby bright,—
  • What treasure for my boy?” I said.
  • And then he named this little toy,
  • While in his round and mournful eyes
  • There came a look of sweet surprise,
  • That spake his quiet, trustful joy.
  • And as he lisped his evening prayer
  • He asked the boon with childish grace;
  • Then, toddling to the chimney-place,
  • He hung this little stocking there.
  • That night, while lengthening shadows crept,
  • I saw the white-winged angels come
  • With singing to our lowly home
  • And kiss my darling as he slept.
  • They must have heard his little prayer,
  • For in the morn, with rapturous face,
  • He toddled to the chimney-place,
  • And found this little treasure there.
  • They came again one Christmas-tide,—
  • That angel host, so fair and white!
  • And singing all that glorious night,
  • They lured my darling from my side.
  • A little sock, a little toy,
  • A little lock of golden hair,
  • The Christmas music on the air,
  • A watching for my baby boy!
  • But if again that angel train
  • And golden-head come back for me,
  • To bear me to Eternity,
  • My watching will not be in vain!

Eugene Field

Eugene Field

Eugene Field (1850-1895) was an American poet known as the “poet of childhood” because of his output of verse for children. Born in St. Louis, MO, Field began his career as a journalist in St. Joseph, MO, in 1875, before moving to Chicago eight years later where he established his name, writing a humorous column, “Shorts and Flats,” for the Chicago Daily News. His poetry first came to prominence in 1879 with the publication of “Christmas Treasures,” followed by a dozen volumes of verse—and his most famous poem, “Wynken, Blynken, and Nod”—published in the remaining years of his life. He died of a heart attack at the age of 45.

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