The Praise of Christmas
When Christmas's tide comes in like a bride,
With holly and ivy clad,
Twelve Days in the year much mirth and good cheer
In every household is had.
The country guise is then to devise
Some gambols of Christmas play,
Whereat the young men do best that they can
To drive the cold winter away.
Romy
4 comments:
Lovey poem. Here's hoping you have an equally lovely advent season.
Thanks, Linda - you too!
That is a sweet poem, Rosemary, thank you.
Even hundreds of years after it was written it still connects to us now. :-)
Thanks for that, Carol!
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