Christmas Magazine

New Year Snow

Edith Nesbit (1858-1924) The white snow falls on hill and dale, The snow falls white by square and street, Falls

Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936) There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where

Sir Walter Scott in Marmion (1771-1832) On Christmas Eve the bells were rung; On Christmas Eve the mass was sung;

Thomas Hardy (1840-1928) Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock. “Now they are all on their knees,” An elder said

Janice Canerdy It’s time to get the tinsel downand put the Christmas wreaths away.Bright decorations I so lovemust not stay

Robert William Service (1874-1958) My glass is filled, my pipe is lit, My den is all a cosy glow; And

Maureen Cannon The little room grows warmer, full of lightSomehow, although the deep December darkSits just beyond the window, and

Claude McKay (1889-1948) I Throughout the afternoon I watched them there, Snow-fairies falling, falling from the sky, Whirling fantastic in

Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light;