Garfield Junior High School - Gleaner Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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On Chrismas Day The giving of gifts on Christmas Day, Wrapped up so neat, so dear, The holly wreaths on Christmas Day, Send thoughts of love, of cheer. The bells and chimes on Christmas Day, Their sound so sweet, so clear, The singing of songs on Christmas Day, Bring thoughts of love, to cheer. But best of all on Christmas Day, are The stories that are told, How in the manger Jesus lay, T hat morning, oh so cold. I like to hear on Christmas Day, Of all these things Tve told, For all these thoughts so bright and gay, Are worthy yet to hold. Faye DuBell, Low Ten. C ' -9 C ' KS The Shepherds and the Star One night far over the silent sea Far, far away from you and me, A Star broke forth in the dark night Shedding its pure and brilliant light, While down beloiv a Baby lay In a manger on the hay. T he light above made clear the way T o shepherds on that Christmas Day. Deane Taylor, Low Ten. o G +. 9 The Spirit of Love In a stable far away A Babe tv as sleeping in the hay Brilliant stars shone from above Down upon this bit of love. When this babe became a man He taught the tvorld His lessons grand. His spirit guides us through each day T o help us do the right alway. T hough Christmas comes but once a year We feel His presence hovering near T o lead ns in His path of peace Where truth and love will never cease. Nancy Meddaugh, High Fight.

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CHRISTMAS JOYS IN SWEDEN Hans’s family had been preparing for Christmas a week in advance. Maids were scurrying around the house scrubbing and polishing floors, dusting furniture, and shining silverware so that not a speck of dirt could be found. Hans had put a bundle of oats on a pole for the birds as was the Christ- mas custom of every little child whether rich or poor. His brothers, sisters, and he had been busy all day decorating the tree with gay ornaments and putting a tiny wax candle on each branch. They were all expectant of what the Yule Tomte would bring them this Christmas. All through the year Hans had been building a little house in the yard for the Tomte and giving up many goodies to the Tomte in order to win his favor. After luncheon the children went to their rooms to dress for the gay festival in the afternoon. At three o’clock the tree was lighted (the winter days are very short in Sweden) . Gifts were passed out and Hans shook his package, examining it closely to see if he could guess its contents. However, he must be patient until the family had eaten. This was not hard, for there were many delicious dishes of smoked fish, baked puddings, and preserves. The great excitement of the evening had now come. Hans had opened his package and, as the cover was lifted, he spied a set of new, bright, shiny tin soldiers. The Tomte had surely noticed Hans’ attention to him during the year. The boys and girls were sent to bed early, for they must get up before daylight and go to church the next morning. Florence Avelin, High Eight. The Party of the Christmas Toys The presents lay wrapped Beneath the green tree, Not a sound could be heard As the clock struck three. A party let’s have,” Spoke tin soldier, Jim, I’m tired of holding This strap on my chin.” The teddy bear grinned As he climbed up tide tree, The sight of some candy Had filed Joint ivitJo glee. Come, )ump on my back,” Said the rocking-Joorse gay, And ice’ll go for a ride On a one-horse shay.” Pop-eye,” tJoe sailor In his way loud and gruff, Said, give me some spinach Or I’ll get real tough.” A doll buggy took All the dolls for a ride, They cut all tide corners And laughed till tJoey cried. Some real fancy bouncing Was done by tJoe ball, In excitement it hit Both ceiling and wall. When at last they grew tired, ’T was nigh on to morn, T hrough tide blackness of night Daylight was dawn. So back in its place Went eacJo little toy, To await tide glad cry Of some girl or boy, Their message to you is one of good cloeer, A most happy Christmas and a glad New Year. Linda Sulenta, Low Eight.

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DADDY’S CHRISTMAS GIFT Christmas morning comes to the Richards home. Mother Richards, hearing some commotion in the living room, gets out of bed to discover its source. H-m-m-m, I don’t see anything here. Oh, is that you, Doris? I see you now. Why in Heaven’s name were you hiding behind the Christmas tree?” No reason, Mama.” Come now, it is a bit early for a little girl like you to be up and around.” Yes, Mama.” Is that a box behind your back, dear?” Yes, Mama, it’s for you.” For me? Oh how nice!” Oh here’s Daddy. ’Morning, Papa!” Good morning, young lady. Merry Christmas!” Doris gave me this for Christmas. Wasn’t that sweet of her?” Yes, Papa, when I saw it in the store I knew it was the only gift I could give Mother.” Mother, why not open it?” I shall. There now, it’s almost unwrapped. Oh! Look! Why it’s a — it’s a rubber doll!” Oho! Daughter, now I see why it was the ' only gift’ you could get Mother. But you must have saved a very long time to get enough money for such an expensive doll!” Oh no Papa, the man at the store put it on your account!” Lynette Temple, High Nine. c-fj C ' KS Christmas Eve Oh ivhat an excitement All through the house The children were singing And calling with shouts Mother kept warning T ho’ ’ticasn’t much use Get to bed children Or I’ll spank with a spruce.” So they sped to their beds With a regretful air Afraid they would miss Things happening downstairs. Sleep wasn’t easy For excited heads So tljey played with their pilloivs And danced on their beds. Then mother’s footsteps Were heard on the stairs, She always came in T o listen to prayers. T hen tucked into bed T hey fell fast asleep And dreamed of St. Nick With his toys in a heap. Margaret Norton, Low Ten.