AN OLD-TIME GIFT.
In grim old Puritanic times
A heathen feast was Christmas thought.
They made no cheer, they rang no chimes,
There were no Christmas presents bought.
Yet Dorothy and Samuel,
Two centuries and more ago,
On Christmas eve at curfew bell
Stood close together in the snow.
And standing there so sweet and prim,
All quivering with fear and cold,
Her timid red lips gave to him
A Christmas gift worth more than gold.
I do not care for crochet ties,
Nor slippers made of brodered crash;
Tobacco pouches I despise
And poor cigars and silver trash.
But this the best of gifts would be —
Yet how dare I such treason tell?
If Gladys would bestow on me
What Dorothy gave Samuel.
The Nebraska State Journal (Lincoln, Nebraska) Dec 25, 1897
Word of the day:
a plain-weave fabric of rough, irregular, or lumpy yarns, for toweling, dresses, etc.
Based on the Random House Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2010.
“Brodered” — I would guess that might be a short/slang version/spelling of embroidered. Dictionary.com has an entry for “broider” listed as an archaic form of embroider.