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 HeartThe 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, and the coasting crowd atop the hill appears to be exhilarated. Bring back the joy of Christmas. / 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. The chiming of bells from holy temples rolls and swells, but not for you. His ringing gladness is not for you during this festive season of the year. He has no role in day and deed— / Who does not cherish Christmas!A passage from Richard Le Gallienne’s Christmas in War TimeOffer 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 SanteclausWith 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 ChristmasLove was born at Christmas, and the sign was given by the stars and angels. Love was all beautiful and divine. / Love will be our token, / Love will be yours and mine, / Love to God and all men, / Love for plea, gift, and sign / Worship we the Godhead, / Love Incarnate, Love Divine, / Worship we our Jesus.A passage from Henry Wadsworth’s Christmas Bells LongfellowOn 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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