Not knowing what it is, only--from the little girl--that there's such a word, six search for Christmas and, finding a snow-covered green bottle that partially fits each of the animals' prerequisites (touch, taste, etc.), take it to be Christmas; taking it home, the little girl fills it with branches of berry and pine "And lo! It was Christmas!" The concluding inscription "Christmas is not only where you find it; it's what you make of it" (T.S.H. 1969) puts a false face on this little fable. What's in the word Christmas? intrinsically nothing but sense satisfaction and a symbolic sprig.