Bright Eyes Page #5

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Well, you know, my stockings

are awful little.

I know. And you want mother

to lend you one of hers.

Oh, no. I already borrowed

one of Mrs. Higgins'.

Oh, you did?

Ha ha ha!

See? It's a real good, big one.

Santa Claus could get

most anything in that.

Shall we hang it here?

Will it hold everything

without falling down?

I think it will.

Now... say your prayers.

Then mother

will tuck you in...

you'll close your eyes

and go to sleep...

and then-

And then it will

be Christmas.

That's right.

Now, there you are.

Dear Lord, please bless

my mother and me...

and Loop

and all of the aviators...

and Mr. and Mrs. Higgins...

and Mr. and Mrs. Smythe

and Mr. Smith-

Do I have to ask him

to bless Joy, too?

Yes, dear.

And bless Joy, too...

and make her a good girl.

- Mother.

- What, dear?

On account of

this is Christmas Eve...

do you think

it will be all right...

if I ask something special?

I'm sure it will.

Dear Lord,

please see my daddy...

and wish him a merry Christmas

from my mother and me...

and tell him we love him...

forever and ever. Amen.

Mother, do you think he will?

I think on this night

of all nights...

God will listen to

the prayer of a child.

Don't cry, Mother.

I get lonesome for him

sometimes, darling.

Don't be lonesome, mother.

You have me.

Yes, my own sweet baby.

And we're together...

and tomorrow's Christmas

and everything.

And it'll be a merry

Christmas, won't it?

The merriest we've ever had.

The very, very merriest.

All right.

Beddy-bye.

In you go.

1, 2, 3!

There you are-

nice and comfy.

Tell me again about

the first Christmas.

All right.

A long, long time ago...

three travelers came to an inn.

And they needed

food and shelter.

Yes, but there was no room

for them in the inn.

And the only place

they could find to sleep...

was in the stable.

In the straw... with the cows.

And there was born that night...

a little baby boy.

Isn't it beautiful, dear?

Merry Christmas, Uncle Ned.

Ohhh...

Oh, look, darling.

Look, darling. Isn't she nice?

I don't want any old doll!

I wanted a wheelchair like his!

Little girls don't

have wheelchairs...

but you have lots of other

nice things to play with.

I don't want

anything else!

I want a wheelchair!

Ohh...

Look, Mrs. Higgins!

Look what Santy Claus

brought me!

Oh, my! My!

Isn't she pretty?

What's her name?

Her name is Mary Lou...

and Santy Claus brought me...

a little man that dances

when you wind him up...

and a ball and some candy...

and a sewing kit...

with real scissors, a needle,

and everything!

Santa Claus was

certainly good to you.

He certainly was.

I got every single

thing I asked for.

I'm pretty lucky, all right.

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