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Christmas · Ririro.com - Poetry

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  Speaker 1: Christmas. Here comes old Father Christmas, with sound of fife
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  Speaker 1: and drums, with mistletoe about his brows. So merrily he comes.
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  Speaker 1: His arms are full of all good cheer, his face
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  Speaker 1: with laughter glows. He shines like any household fire amid
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  Speaker 1: the cruel snows. He is the old folks Christmas. He
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  Speaker 1: warms their hearts like wine. He thaws their winter into spring,
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  Speaker 1: and makes their faces shine. Hurrah for Father Christmas. Ring
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  Speaker 1: all the merry bells, and bring the grandsires all around
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  Speaker 1: wireless to hear the tale he tells. Here comes the
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  Speaker 1: Christmas Angel nights so gentle and so calm, as softly
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  Speaker 1: as the falling flakes. He comes, with flute and psalm,
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  Speaker 1: all in a cloud of glory, restrain, as once upon
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  Speaker 1: the plane to shepherd boys in Jewry. He brings good
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  Speaker 1: news again. He is the young folks Christmas. He makes
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  Speaker 1: their eyes grow bright with words of hope and tender
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  Speaker 1: thoughts and visions of delight. Hail to the Christmas Angel,
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  Speaker 1: All peace on earth he brings. He gathers all the
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  Speaker 1: youths and maids being his shining wings. Here comes the
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  Speaker 1: little christ Child, boldly innocence and joy and bearing gifts
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  Speaker 1: in either hand for every girl and boy. He tells
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  Speaker 1: the tender story about the Holy Maid and Jesus in
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  Speaker 1: the manger befever, before the oxen laid like any little
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  Speaker 1: winter bird, he sings his sweetest song, till all the
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  Speaker 1: cherubs in the sky to hear his carol throng. He
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  Speaker 1: is the children's Christmas. They come without a call to
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  Speaker 1: gather round the gracious Child, who bringeth joy to all.
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  Speaker 1: But who shall bring their Christmas? Who wrestle still with life,
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  Speaker 1: Not grandsires, youths, or little folks, but they who wage
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  Speaker 1: the strife, the fathers and the mothers, who fight for
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  Speaker 1: homes and bread, who watch and war the living, and
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  Speaker 1: bury all the dead. Ah by their side at Christmas tide,
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  Speaker 1: the Lord of Christmas stands. He smooths the furrows from
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  Speaker 1: their brow with strong and tender hands. I take my
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  Speaker 1: Christmas gift, he saith from thee tired soul. And he
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  Speaker 1: who giveth to my little ones, gives also unto me.