Argosy (UK), January 1955 — page 46: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

CHRISTMAS TREE : Let every man be jolly. Each room with ivy-leaves is dress’d, And every post with holly We carried the tree into the house and dressed it up. Angels and fairies, candles, shiny glass balls, and long silver icicles were hung among its branches. Last of all I fixed our Star of Bethle- hem enshrining the tiny Baby high above the rest. KATHLEEN JARVIS, A Nightingale in the Sycamore Rejoice and be Glad The holly’s up, the house is all bright, The tree is ready, the candles alight: Rejoice and be glad, all children tonight. The mother sings of our Lord’s good grace Whereby the Child who saved our race Was born and adored in a lowly place. Once more the shepherds, as she sings, Bend low, and angels touch their strings: With “ Glory” they hail the King of kings. The children listening round the tree Can hear the heavenly minstrelsy, The manger’s marvel they can see. Let every house be ready tonight— The children gathered, the candles alight— That music to hear—to see that sight. P. CorneELIus, translated by H. N. Bate Tree of Light Out of that remote past comes our Christmas tree with its balls of gold and silver, its long streamers of tinsel, its flowers and fruits, blooming anew each year, making us glad with its fragrance and beauty. ‘The lights that sparkle in its branches, once a signal to Freya, today remind us only of the Light that lighteth every man that cometh into the world. In the topmost branch where Thor’s eagle once flapped his dark wings, an angel shines—the angel of the Annunciation, the angel of the shepherds, the angel whose message is “‘ Fear not.’ There in the heaven at comiclooks.comnn