A Little Book of Christmas E-Book

John Kendrick Bangs

• Herausgeber: Passerino
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

"A Little Book of Christmas":  Christmas stories for readers of all ages.John Kendrick Bangs (May 27, 1862 – January 21, 1922) was an American author, humorist, editor and satirist.

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John Kendrick Bangs

A Little Book of Christmas

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ISBN: 9788893456128

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Table of contents

THE CONVERSION OF HETHERINGTON

​A MERRY CHRISTMAS PIE

THE CHILD WHO HAD EVERYTHING BUT

A HOLIDAY WISH

SANTA CLAUS AND LITTLE BILLEE

CHRISTMAS EVE

THE HOUSE OF THE SEVEN SANTAS

THE CONVERSION OF HETHERINGTON

HETHERINGTON wasn't half a bad sort of a fellow, but he had his peculiarities, most of which were the natural defects of a lack of imagination. He didn't believe in ghosts, or Santa Claus, or any of the thousands of other things that he hadn't seen with his own eyes, and as he walked home that rather chilly afternoon just before Christmas and found nearly every corner of the highway decorated with bogus Saints, wearing the shoddy regalia of Kris-Kringle, the sight made him a trifle irritable. He had had a fairly good luncheon that day, one indeed that ought to have mellowed his disposition materially, but which somehow or other had not so resulted. In fact, Hetherington was in a state of raspy petulance that boded ill for his digestion, and when he had reached the corner of Forty-second Street and Fifth Avenue, the constant iteration and reiteration of these shivering figures of the god of the Yule had got on his nerves to such an extent as to make him aggressively quarrelsome. He had controlled the asperities of his soul tolerably well on the way uptown, but the remark of a small child on the highway, made to a hurrying mother, as they passed a stalwart-looking replica of the idol of his Christmas dreams, banging away on a tambourine to attract attention to the iron pot before him, placed there to catch the pennies of the charitably inclined wayfarer—"Oh, mar, there's Sandy Claus now!"—was too much for him.