The Old Clock.
Reading edition
To-morrow! to-morrow! when will it be here? When I asked mamma if it wasn’t real near, She said, “When both hands on the clock point again To twelve, why to-morrow will come to us then.” This provoking old clock will not hurry a bit, I cannot see what is the matter with it, Perhaps ’tis so old that it has to go slow, Forgets about Christmas, or else does not know. I wonder if I were to help it along— Poor old thing—if any one could think it wrong, I know it will thank me for one little touch, It must be so tired of ticking so much. I think I must do it, if Santa Claus came A little bit early, it would be a shame To find no one ready; he might go away, And never come back again, next Christmas Day.
