Homespun poetry that makes people happy.

Christmastime

Soft feathery flakes of snow adorn
The waxy green of cedar bough;
White icing covers stubble fields
And furrows from last summer’s plow.

The rafters ring with songs of cheer;
A Christmas tree is trimmed and tall,
The family sheltered snug inside
A rosy glow of love for all.

The frozen pond’s a counterpane
Swept clean by cold wind blowing free
Where rabbits play and leave for day
Their moonlight woven filigree.

The hall is stacked with ribboned gifts’ our hearts are filled with hope sublime
OF peace on earth, good will to men,
A gift of God at Christmastime

Published Ideals Christmas 1960

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