Note: this post was originally published on December 25th, 2013. It is one of my most popular posts to date, and I thought it was appropriate to share it once again here on Christmas Eve.
You are in for a real treat tonight. You know how I like to post a poem or excerpts from one, with my pictures? This time, I have included THREE hum-dinger poems which are sure to delight your soul. Each one was oh, so, good, and each begged to be included and read by you, the awaiting audience. I could not turn any of them down.
Prepare yourself for a winter’s hibernation… this will take a while to relish.
Wherever you are on this festive Eve, with tomorrow bringing more cheer, do enjoy yourself. But remember, “Whether home be rich or poor, If contentment mark the door, He who finds it good to live, Has the best that life can give.”
GUESSING TIME by Edgar A. Guest
It’s guessing time at our house; every evening after tea
We start guessing what old Santa’s going to leave us on our tree.
Everyone of us holds secrets that the others try to steal,
And the eyes and lips are plainly having trouble to conceal.
And a little lip that quivered just a bit the other night
Was a sad and startling warning that I mustn’t guess it right.
“Guess what you will get for Christmas!” is the cry that starts the fun.
And I answer: “Give the letter with which the name’s begun.
Oh, the eyes that dance around me and the joyous faces there
Keep me nightly guessing wildly: “Is it something I can wear?”
I implore them all to tell me in a frantic sort of way
And pretend that I am puzzled, just to keep them feeling gay.
Oh, the wise and knowing glances that across the table fly
And the winks exchanged with mother, that they think I never spy;
Oh, the whispered confidences that are poured into her ear,
And the laughter gay that follows as I try my best to hear!
Oh, the shouts of glad derision when I bet that it’s a cane,
And the merry answering chorus: “No, it’s not. Just guess again!”
It’s guessing time at our house, and the fun is running fast,
And I wish somehow this contest of delight could always last,
For the love that’s in their faces and their laughter ringing clear
Is their dad’s most precious present when the Christmas time is near.
And soon as it is over, when the tree is bare and plain,
I shall start in looking forward to the time to guess again.
HOMECOMING by Edgar A. Guest
I watch them at the depot- the mothers at the gate-
Who ask the age old question: “Is the train on time or late?”
The annual tears of gladness; the same sweet laughter gay;
The loved ones home returning to spend the Christmas day.
I watch them staring, peering, along the railroad track
And think how glad the season that brings the loved ones back!
How long and bleak the absence of those obliged to roam!
But, oh, the joy of Christmas which brings the children home!
Oh, glorious, happy moment when love flings wide the door!
The family united; the table filled once more.
The mother and the father, the grandfolks all content.
Oh, little Child of Bethlehem, all this your coming meant.
And, (if you’re still with me), I saved the best for last:
ME, TOO! by Barton Rees Pogue
Bah! Humbug!” so the old fellow said,
As he slammed the door and went home to bed.
“Merry Christmas!” He had snorted at one,
“Little good it does you, little good ever done!
I say similar things… how about you?
I bluster around, I’m an old Scrooge, too!
This Christmas stuff is silly, has little defense;
It’s all commercial, there’s too much expense!
Then good-will increases, merry greetings I hear,
And I end up by wishing it would last all year!
Have you finished? By the time you do, it might be time to say,
“Wake up sleepy head! It’s Christmas morning!”
Merry Christmas to you and yours.
This post was originally published on December 25, 2013.