CHRISTMAS POETRY

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!

In the rush of the merry morning
When the red burns through the gray,
And the wintry world lies waiting
for the glory of the day,
Then we hear a fitful rushing
Just without, upon the stair,
See two white phantoms coming,
Catch the gleam of sunny hair.

Rosy feet upon the threshold,
Eager faces peeping through,
With the first red ray of sunshine
Chanting cherubs come in view;
Mistletoe and gleaming holly,
Symbols of a blessed day,
In their chubby hands they carry,
Streaming all along the way.

Well we know them, never weary
Of their innocent surprise;
Waiting, watching, listening always
With full hearts and tender eyes,
While our little household angels,
White and golden in the Sun.
Greet us with the sweet old welcome
"Merry Christmas Everyone!"

Anonymous.

THE MERRY DAY

Mother Nature robes herself
In her snowy gown of white,
Father Winter scatters frost
That glistenes with a sparkling light.

Old December lags along
With reluctant footsteps slow,
Until Miss Christmas comes at last,
With the jolliest hours we know.

Santa Claus, the bountiful,
Helps her in his lavish way,
December, Christmas, Santa Claus,
O, what a merry, merry, day!

Marie Irish

A CHRISTMAS CAROL

In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter
Long ago.

Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him
Nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away
When He comes to reign
In the bleak mid-winter
A stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty
Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, whom cherubim
Worship night and day,
A breastful of milk
And a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom
angels fall down before,
The ox and ass and camel
Which adore.

Angels and archangels
May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged in the air;
But only His mother
In her maiden bliss
Worshipped the Beloved
With a kiss.

What can I give Him
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring him a lamb,
If I were a wise man
I would do my part,
Yet what can I give Him,
Give my heart.

Christina Rossetti