To All Readers:I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas. I hope you find these holiday poetry enjoyable.
Written by Paul Laurence Dunbar, Christmas in the Heart
The snow is deep on the ground, and the brilliance of winter surrounds them as they proudly deck out the forest sere with diamonds from the valiant previous year. All of the temple bells ring out the joy of Christmas as the coasting crowd on the hill seemed to be excited with a newfound vigor. The red-gemmed holly now vies with the brown oak-bough in joyful households; and the mistletoe berries appear here and there like pearls. Come not hither, the maidens are told by a sprig on the chandelier. Even the world’s poorest person has been made to laugh by a good gift! / A snatching miser old man sits in his chilly, dark chamber. His only thought is to gain, to grind, to gather, to grip, to drain. His ear is assaulted by a happy yell and a clang of bells. He looks out at a dark world and growls, “Why is it Christmas Day?” For shame, for disgrace! / No, man of ice, Because Christmas Day is more than just a name. This festive season of the year isn’t for you, ringing cheer. The chiming of bells from the holy temple swells and rolls, but not for you. He has no role in day and deed— / Who does not cherish Christmas!
A passage from Richard Le Gallienne’s Christmas in War Time
Offer up fervent prayers for the end of war, and who knows if God will hear them. Thus, it is possible that on Christmas Day of next year, we may hear joyful children playing joyfully, oblivious to the dead, and observe lovers making their way to the ancient woods in search of mistletoe.
A passage from Clement Clarke Moore’s Old Santeclaus
With great pleasure, Old Santeclaus brings his annual gifts to you on this icy night by driving his reindeer over chimney tops and snow tracks. Every Christmas eve, he looks forward to the place where love and serenity have taken up residence. He is the dependable companion of morally upright youth, the comrade of duty and truth.
Through Christina Rossetti’s Love Came Down at Christmas
Worship we the Godhead, / Worship we our Jesus, / Worship we the Incarnate, / Love came down at Christmas, / Love all gorgeous, Love Divine, / Love was born at Christmas, / Star and Angels gave the sign. / But wherewith for sacred sign? Love will be our symbol, and it will be yours and mine, as well as love for God and all people, as well as love for gifts, pleas, and signs.
A passage from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s Christmas Bells
On Christmas Day, I heard the bells ring out their old, well-known melodies, with the words “peace on earth, good-will to men” repeated in a wild and sweet way.
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