A Few Famous Cristmas Poems
The Christmas Box
This box, mine own sweet darling, thou will find
With many a varied sweetmeat's form supplied;
The fruits are they of holy Christmas tide,
But baked indeed, for children's use design'd.
I'd fain, in speeches sweet with skill combin'd,
Poetic sweetmeats for the feast provide;
But why in such frivolities confide?
Perish the thought, with flattery to blind!
One sweet thing there is still, that from within,
Within us speaks, - that may be felt afar;
This may be wafted o'er to thee alone.
If thou a recollection fond canst win,
As if with pleasure gleam'd each well-known star,
The smallest gift thou never wilt disown.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832)
Thr Rich Boy's Christmas
And now behold this sulking boy,
His costly presents bring no joy,
Harsh tears of anger fill his eye
Tho' he has all that wealth can buy.
What profits it that he employs
His many gifts to make a noise?
His playroom is so placed that he
Can cause his folks no agony.
Mere worldly wealth does not possess
The power of giving happiness.
Ellis Parker Butler (1869 - 1937)
Snowflakes Are like Butterflies
Snowflakes are like butterflies;
In winter time they fly
And every one is very white,
Floating from misty sky;
I'm sure they bring a Christmas thought,-
A mesage bright and fair;-
These butterflies are all so white,
As pure as Christ of Christmas night.