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eyes and listen to the crunch of the snow under old Billy's feet and the 

 jingle, jingle of the bells. The colder it gets, the more red-blooded 

 country boys love to be out. We like it when it is so cold we have to 

 run to keep warm, but it sort of makes us blink, though, doesn't it when 

 we get home from skating and have to put our feet in the oven to thaw 

 them out? 



Snow falling at this time of the year means that Christmas is not far 

 off and Christmas means fun. It surely meant fun back in the little 



Members of the Farm Boys' Club 



red schoolhouse where I went to school, not so very long ago, for every 

 year we had our Christmas tree and a Christmas entertainment. About 

 everybody in the district came to this so that they might see the tree and 

 hear us speak our pieces. I wonder if the Farm Boys' Club could not 

 get the Christmas tree for their school this year? And how about the 

 Christmas tree for home? Every year I go off to the woods two days 

 before Christmas and get a great bunch of hemlock or spruce boughs 

 and a tree which is good enough to be made into a Christmas tree. The 

 house is covered with the boughs and the tree is made to look as a Christ- 

 mas tree should, with long strings of pop corn, some paper houses, some 

 bright red cornucopias that somebody gave me some candy in once, 



