Christmas Poetry

CHRISTMAS

W.H. Davies

Christmas has come, let's eat and drink---
This is no time to sit and think;
Farewell to study, books and pen,
And welcome to all kinds of men.

Let all men now get rid of care,
Then 'tis the same, no matter which
Of us is poor, or which is rich.
Let each man have enough this day,
Since those that can are glad to pay;

There's nothing now too rich or good
For poor men, not the King's own food.
Now like a singing bird my feet
Touch earth, and I must drink and eat.

Welcome to all men: I'll not care
What any of my fellows wear;
We'll not let cloth divide our souls,
They'll swim stark naked in the bowls.

Welcome, poor beggar: I'll not see
That hand of yours dislodge a flea,
While you sit at my side and beg,
Or right foot scratching your left leg.

Farewell restraint: we will not now
Measure the ale our brains allow,
But drink as much as we can hold.
We'll count no change when we spend gold;
This is not time to save, but spend
To give for nothing, not to lend.

Let foes make friends: let them forget
The mischief-making dead that fret
the living with complaint like this --
"He wronged us once, hate him and his.."

Christmas has come; let every man
Eat, drink, be merry all he can.
Ale's my best mark, but if port wine
Or whisky's yours -- let it be mine;
No matter what lies in the bowls,
We'll make it rich with our own sould.
Farewell to study, books and pen,
And welcome to all kinds of men.

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I WILL KEEP CHRISTMAS

P.S. Ropes

I will keep Christmas in the cold hedgerow,
With the red, shining holly and winter snow.
I will keep Christmas far from any town,
On the frosted side of the windswept down.

Stars will be candles of sweet silver fire,
Swinging at midnight over tree and spire,
Waves will be booming bells and break the air,
With glory and greeting and winged prayer.

I will keep Christmas alone and away,
Praising the Lord of all on Christmas Day.
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SILVER BELLS

Hamish Hendry

Across the snow the silver bells
Come near and yet more near;
Each Day and night, each night and day
They tinkle soft and clear.

'Tis Father Christams on his way
Across the winter snows;
While on his sleigh the silver bells
As he goes.

I listen for them in the night,
I listen all the day;.
I think these merry silver bells
Are long, long on the way!
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CHRISTMAS

Mary I.

An azure sky,
All star bestrewn.
A lowly crib,
A hushed room.

An open door,
A hill afar,
Where little lambs.

and shepards are..
To such a world,
On such a night.

Came Jesus-.
Little Lord of Light,
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A CHRISTMAS WISH

Rose Fyleman.

To every hearth a little fire,
To every board a little feast,
To every heart a joy, to every child a toy,
Shelter for bird and beast.

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