TOWARD the doors of lonely folk And such as wait in dread The Christ-child comes to us With holly round His head, Light He brings and laughter And a bright holly-wreath To show them how the thorn-leaves Have scarlet fruit beneath, And where there is happiness And none who need mourn He stands on their pathways With his wreath of thorn; He stands in their doorways Where joy is in the air With holly for a prick to those Who have joy to share— He comes to men's hearthstones, Telling all of them How that joy and sorrow Flourish on one stem; The holly is a bright promise That hearts need not break, The holly is a gift to us To keep joy awake; Early Christmas morning When first dawn is shed The Christ Child comes to us With holly round His head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PARADOX by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MIDDLETON PLACE by AMY LOWELL THE NEW APOCRYPHA: THE FIG TREE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BUCOLIC COMEDY: FLEECING TIME by EDITH SITWELL ELEGY: THE LAMENT OF EDWARD BLASTOCK; FOR RICHARD ROWLEY by EDITH SITWELL |