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Merry Christmas, Everyone!

Anonymous

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.


Christmas Lights

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,’ I said;
‘For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!’

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
‘God is not dead; nor doth he sleep!
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men!’

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


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Christmas at The New Yorker : Stories, Poems, Humor, and Art
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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
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