As I was practicing a recitation for an upcoming Christmas concert the other day, I thought to share it with you. The poem, called Christmas, by an unknown author, is below.
It is Christmas in the mansion,
Yule-log fires and silken frocks;
It is Christmas in the cottage,
Mother's filling little socks.
It is Christmas on the highway,
In the thronging, busy mart;
But the dearest, truest Christmas
Is the Christmas in the heart.
So remember while December
Brings the only Christmas Day,
In the year let there be Christmas,
In the things you do and say.
Wouldn't life be worth the living
Wouldn't dreams be coming true
If we kept the Christmas spirit
All the whole year through?