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The Christmas Monks
by
And there were all the Christmas Monks in their white robes and wreaths, going up in a long procession, with their hands full of the very showiest Christmas presents to offer them to her!
But when they reached her and held out the lovely presents–the first was an enchanting wax doll, the biggest beauty in the whole garden–instead of reaching out her hands for them, she just drew back, and said in her little sweet, piping voice: “Please, I ain’t a millacle, I’m only Peter’s little sister.”
“Peter?” said the abbot; “the Peter who works in our garden?”
“Yes,” said the little sister.
Now here was a fine opportunity for a whole convent full of monks to look foolish–filing up in procession with their hands full of gifts to offer to a miracle, and finding there was no miracle, but only Peter’s little sister.
But the abbot of the Christmas Monks had always maintained that there were two ways of looking at all things; if any object was not what you wanted it to be in one light, that there was another light in which it would be sure to meet your views.
So now he brought this philosophy to bear.
“This little girl did not come up in the place of the wax doll, and she is not a miracle in that light,” said he; “but look at her in another light and she is a miracle–do you not see?”
They all looked at her, the darling little girl, the very meaning and sweetness of all Christmas in her loving, trusting, innocent face.
“Yes,” said all the Christmas Monks, “she is a miracle.” And they all laid their beautiful Christmas presents down before her.
Peter was so delighted he hardly knew himself; and, oh! the joy there was when he led his little sister home on Christmas-day, and showed all the wonderful presents.
The Christmas Monks always retained Peter in their employ–in fact he is in their employ to this day. And his parents, and his little sister who was entirely cured of her lameness, have never wanted for anything.
As for the Prince, the courtiers were never tired of discussing and admiring his wonderful knowledge of physics which led to his adjusting the weight of the hamper of Christmas presents to his own so nicely that he could not fall. The Prince liked the talk and the admiration well enough, but he could not help, also, being a little glum: for he got no Christmas presents that year.