In The Yule-Log Glow—Book 3 Christmas Poems from 'round the World

Here is a thing that happened. Like wild beasts whelped, for den, In a wild part of North England, there lived once two wild men, Inhabiting one homestead, neither a hovel nor h...

O plethora of beef and bliss! Monkish feaster, sly of kiss! Southern soul in body Dutch! Glorious time of great Too-Much! Too much heat and too much noise, Too much babblement o...

The damsel donned her kirtle sheen; The hall was dressed with holly green; Forth to the wood did merry-men go To gather in the mistletoe. Then opened wide the baron's hall To va...

So many hill-sides, crowned with rugged rocks! So many simple shepherds keeping flocks In many moonlit fields! but, only they-- So lone, so long ago, so far away-- On that one w...

Then let all curmudgeons who dote on their wealth, And value their treasure much more than their health, Go hang themselves up, if they will be so kind; Old Christmas with them...

Down with the rosemary, and so Down with the bays and mistletoe; Down with the holly, ivy, all Wherewith ye dressed the Christmas hall, That so the superstitious find No one las...

Fancy, if you will, Gentle Reader, that, between the intervals of tale-telling,--the Yule-log still ruddy upon the visages of your fellow-guests from many lands,--fancy that a q...

Perchance this sleep that shutteth out the dreary Earth-sounds and motions, opens on Thy soul High dreams on fire with God; High songs that make the pathways where they roll Mor...