"What means this glory round our feet, " The Magi mused, "more bright than morn! " And voices chanted clear and sweet, "To-day the Prince of Peace is born. "

A lovely thing about Christmas is that it's compulsory, like a thunderstorm, and we all go through it together.

As I sat on a sunny bank On Christmas day in the morning I spied three ships come sailing in.

At Christmas I no more desire a rose, Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows; But like of each thing that in season grows.

Christmas is here: Winds whistle shrill, Icy and chill, Little care we: Little we fear Weather without, Sheltered about The Mahogany-Tree.

He who has no Christmas in his heart will never find Christmas under a tree.

High noon behind the tamarisks, the sun is hot above us As at home the Christmas Day is breaking wan, They will drink our healths at dinner, those who tell us how they love us, ...

How bless'd, how envied, were our life, Could we but scape the poulterer's knife! But man, curs'd man, on Turkeys preys, And Christmas shortens all our days: Sometimes with oyst ...

Ring out ye crystal spheres! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time, And let the bass of Heaven's d ...

This is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King, Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring, For so th ...