THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS 
After a while the song was done, and other songs were sung; 
but it was not long before Uncle Remus discovered that the little 
boy was fast asleep. The old man took the child in his arms and 
carried him to the big house, singing softly in his ear all the way; 
and somehow or other the song seemed to melt and mingle in the 
youngster’s dreams. He thought he was floating in the air, while 
somewhere near all the negroes were singing, Uncle Remus’s voice 
above all the rest; and then, after he had found a resting-place 
upon a soft warm bank of clouds, he thought he heard the songs 
renewed. They grew fainter and fainter in his dreams until at 
last (it seemed) Uncle Remus leaned over him and sang 
GOOD-NIGHT 
