Christmas Poems

"'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;"

"The pale white moon is a wanderer,
snow gleams white on pine and fir,
snow gleams white on the roofs.
Only tomten is awake."

"And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song"

"So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years! Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
“Come; see the oxen kneel,"

"And here and there, like pearls, there show
The berries of the mistletoe.
A sprig upon the chandelier
Says to the maidens, “Come not here!”"

"In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,"

"So now is come our joyful feast,
Let every man be jolly;
Each room with ivy leaves is dressed,"

"And sunset fair as they;
A sweet reminder of His holiest time,
A summer-miracle in our winter clime,"

"This is the Month, and this the happy morn
Wherein the Son of Heav'ns eternal King,
Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born,"

"He asked if I would sell my Christmas trees;
My woods—the young fir balsams like a place
Where houses all are churches and have spires.
I hadn’t thought of them as Christmas trees."