Christmas every day and other stories

" The little girl came into her papa's study, as she always did Saturday morning before breakfast, and asked for a story. He tried to beg off that morning, for he was very busy, but she would not let him. So he began : "Well, once there was a little pig-" She put her hand over his mouth and stopped him at the word. She said she had heard little pig-stories till she was perfectly sick of them. "Well, what kind of story shall I tell, then ? " "About Christmas.
It's getting to be the season. It's past Thanksgiving already. " "It seems to me, " her papa argued, "that I've told as often about Christmas as I have about little pigs...