The Christmas Fires





ANNE P.L. FIELD



The Christmas fires brightly gleam

And dance among the holly boughs,

The Christmas pudding's spicy steam

With fragrance fills the house,

While merry grows each friendly soul

Over the foaming wassail bowl.



Resplendent stands the glitt'ring tree,

Weighted with gifts for old and young,

The children's faces shine with glee,

And joyous is each tongue,

While lads and lassies come and go

Under the festive mistletoe.



When suddenly the frosty air

Is filled with music, voices sweet,

Lo! see the Christmas waits are there

Snow-crowned and bare of feet,

Yet high and clear their voices ring,

And glad their Christmas carolling.





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