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!"
Mistletoe By Walter Da La Mare
Sitting under the mistletoe (Pale-green, fairy mistletoe), One last candle burning low, All the sleepy dancers gone, Just one candle burning on, Shadows lurking everywhere: Some one came, and kissed me there.
Tired I was; my head would go Nodding under the mistletoe (Pale-green, fairy mistletoe), No footsteps came, no voice, but only, Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely, Stooped in the still and shadowy air Lips unseen--and kissed me there.
By Marie Irish
Bright Christmas stars shine on high, Golden stars in the wint'ry sky; Christmas candles in windows bright Send a greeting into the night; While in our hearts the Christmas flame, Glows with a love like His who came, The infant Christ of lowly birth, To bring good will and peace to earth.
Merry Christmas By Marie Irish
I like Christmas day, With its wreaths of holly, I like Santa Claus With his smile so jolly; I like the Christmas tree, Shining straight and tall, And my pretty presents, I surely like them all. I like the smiles and cheer, And how I like to hear The happy people say "Merry Christmas" in such a pleasant way.
Christmas Carol By Christina Rossetti
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.
Anels and archangels May have gathered there, Cherubim and seraphim Thronged 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 a lamb, If I were a Wise Man I would do my part,-- Yet what I can I give Him, Give my heart.
Bird of Dawning By William Shakespeare
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long; And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm So hallow'd and so gracious is that time.
Unnamed By Oscar Hammerstein
In the twinkle of stars and the rustle of leaves in each crystal of snow floating down from above in a candle warm glow in each heart that believes, He has written His unending story of love! Merry Christmas!
Raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens; bright copper kettles, and warm woolen mittens; brown paper packages tied up with strings; these are a few of my favorite things
Christmas Bells By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Till, ringing, singing on its way The world revolved from night to day, A voice, a chime, A chant sublime Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Then from each black, accursed mouth The cannon thundered in the South, And with the sound The Carols drowned Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
And in despair I bowed my head; ‘There is no peace on earth,Â’ I said; Â‘For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!Â’
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: Â‘God is not dead; nor doth he sleep! The Wrong shall fail, The Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men!Â’
Go To Bed Early, Because Santa Claus is coming on a cold Christmas Eve night, wearing His red suit, black belt, boot's, with His bead and hair, so pretty and white.
He is sure to go to every house, with His bag full of toys, to give to every little girl, and to all the little boys.
He'll come down the chimney with soot on His face, but Santa won't be happy, till He leaves toys all over the place.
When He gets to the last house that He has on His list, He'll know that you've been good, because you sent Him a letter, saying that you promised you would.
The Christmas tree was lit with colors of blue, green, and red; the snowflakes were falling, while you were fast a sleep and cozy in your bed.
Old Saint Nick saw that you and your family were warm and safe, so He called for His Reindeer then jumped in His sled.
Don't worry about Santa Claus, because He's going to be all right. So to all of our precious children, don't shed any tears, because Santa Claus will be coming back this same time, next year.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS" Copyright (c)2001 Dianna H. Cline All Rights Reserved
Christmas at The New Yorker : Stories, Poems, Humor, and Art Christmas. Whether they love it or hate it, remember it fondly or shudder at the thought, readers are sure to find a kindred spirit wrapped up among the pages of this premiere holiday collection, part of the esteemed magazine's popular anthology series. Culled from the past 75 years, fiction, poetry, and memoir explore this most celebrated of holidays in all its guises. Gathering a merry cast of regular contributors, the list of notable authors and artists is as lengthy as the wish list of a starry-eyed five-year-old sitting on Santa's knee. From Alice Munro's poignant "The Turkey Season" to John O'Hara's urbane "Christmas Poem," the cream of the literary crop is represented. Strewn throughout are samples of favorite magazine features as well as its incomparable cartoons and signature covers. On Thurber and Trillin! On Keillor and Mencken! Add a dash of Nash and top it off with a frosting of White and you have a timeless gift of fine literature that is destined to last beyond the holiday season.
The Night Before Christmas Clement C. Moore's classic poem The Night Before Christmas is undeniably the most widely recognized Christmas ditty of all time. Moore's words evoke images of warm, fuzzy Christmases, long before the invention of TV and microwave turkey. From the brush of artist Christian Birmingham comes this beautifully illustrated edition of the poem, bound in sturdy hardback. This book will delight for years to come.
The Christmas Blessing In The Christmas Shoes, young Nathan Andrews was a child who lost his mother to cancer. Now his deepest wish is to become a doctor. When a stranger named Robert gave him the money to buy his mother a pair of shoes for her last Christmas, both Robert and Nathan learned the deepest lessons of love and giving. Now a medical student in his third year, Nathan realizes there are still things to be learned about faith, blessings, and sacrifice. Lessons he will learn from Meghan Sullivan-a young woman born with a hole in her heart that has not kept her from becoming a champion runner. And lessons learned from a young boy named Charlie, who teaches how to live a life of true courage. Together, they will help guide Nathan through the darkest period in his life. The Christmas Blessing is an inspiring about hope existing in the darkest places, and love is always the greatest gift of all.