Not Nicholas, with bulging pack Upon his broad and kindly back; Not Santa by the chimney side, The eager stockings satisfied; Not Kriss, the judge of bad and good In all the merry neighborhood; Not these, in spite of all men say, Shall rule as saint our Christmas day; But he who bore, as poets dream, The Christ across a raging stream, He shall our Christmas gifts confer; Bringer of Christ, St. Christopher! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE PEACOCK OF FRANCE by MARIANNE MOORE TO THE THAWING WIND by ROBERT FROST TO A PINE TREE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SONNET: 14. ON THE RELIGIOUS MEMORY OF CATHERINE THOMASON by JOHN MILTON REBECCA'S HYMN, FR. IVANHOE by WALTER SCOTT IDYLLS OF THE KING: GUINEVERE by ALFRED TENNYSON |