Happy Christmas, all
It's just gone midnight here in the UK and now it's Christmas Day.
I hope all those who celebrate have a marvellous day tomorrow, and that everyone enjoys the open-heartedness of the season.
I heard this being read on the radio at midnight, and, as it's my favourite Christmas poem, I thought I'd leave you with it:
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
"Now they are all on their knees,"
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.
We pictured the meek mild creatures where
They dwelt in their strawy pen,
Nor did it occur to one of us there
To doubt they were kneeling then.
So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years! Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
"Come; see the oxen kneel,
"In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,"
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so’
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night ~_^
I hope all those who celebrate have a marvellous day tomorrow, and that everyone enjoys the open-heartedness of the season.
I heard this being read on the radio at midnight, and, as it's my favourite Christmas poem, I thought I'd leave you with it:
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
"Now they are all on their knees,"
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.
We pictured the meek mild creatures where
They dwelt in their strawy pen,
Nor did it occur to one of us there
To doubt they were kneeling then.
So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years! Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
"Come; see the oxen kneel,
"In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,"
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so’
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night ~_^