Christmas Spirit with Emily Dickinson

Well, we all had many reasons to complain this year. And I won’t say anything about it since complaining never did anyone any good. However, that is reason enough to get into the holiday spirit somewhat earlier. Festive reds, whites, and greens. The aroma of mulled wine, cinnamon, and nutmeg. A cozy armchair by the fire – or heater. Ella Fitzgerald in the background. And poetry, of course. Emily Dickinson sounds like the perfect choice for getting into the Christmas spirit early. And she was born on this day in 1830, so that’s another reason to read her compelling lyrics today. Enjoy!

And if my stocking hung too high,

Would it blur the Christmas glee,

That not a Santa Claus could reach

The altitude of me?

The Savior must have been a docile Gentleman

The Savior must have been

A docile Gentleman—

To come so far so cold a Day

For little Fellowmen—

The Road to Bethlehem

Since He and I were Boys

Was leveled, but for that ‘twould be

A rugged Billion Miles—

Before the ice is in the pools

Before the ice is in the pools,

Before the skaters go,

Or any cheek at nightfall

Is tarnished by the snow,

Before the fields have finished,

Before the Christmas tree,

Wonder upon wonder

Will arrive to me!

What we touch the hems of

On a summer’s day;

What is only walking

Just a bridge away;

That which sings so, speaks so,

When there’s no one here,—

Will the frock I wept in

Answer me to wear?

A Christmas Carol

Welcome, sweet Christmas, blest be the morn

That Christ our Saviour was born!

Earth’s Redeemer, to save us from all danger,

And, as the Holy Record tells, born in a manger.

Chorus –

Then ring, ring, Christmas bells,

Till your sweet music o’er the kingdom swells,

To warn the people to respect the morn

That Christ their Saviour was born.

The snow was on the ground when Christ was born,

And the Virgin Mary His mother felt very forlorn

As she lay in a horse’s stall at a roadside inn,

Till Christ our Saviour was born to free us from sin.

Oh! think of the Virgin Mary as she lay

In a lowly stable on a bed of hay,

And angels watching O’er her till Christ was born,

Therefore all the people should respect Christmas morn.

The way to respect Christmas time

Is not by drinking whisky or wine,

But to sing praises to God on Christmas morn,

The time that Jesus Christ His Son was born;

Whom He sent into the world to save sinners from hell

And by believing in Him in heaven we’ll dwell;

Then blest be the morn that Christ was born,

Who can save us from hell, death, and scorn.

Then he warned, and respect the Saviour dear,

And treat with less respect the New Year,

And respect always the blessed morn

That Christ our Saviour was born.

For each new morn to the Christian is dear,

As well as the morn of the New Year,

And he thanks God for the light of each new morn.

Especially the morn that Christ was born.

Therefore, good people, be warned in time,

And on Christmas morn don’t get drunk with wine

But praise God above on Christmas morn,

Who sent His Son to save us from hell and scorn.

There the heavenly babe He lay

In a stall among a lot of hay,

While the Angel Host by Bethlehem

Sang a beautiful and heavenly anthem.

Christmas time ought to be held most dear,

Much more so than the New Year,

Because that’s the time that Christ was born,

Therefore respect Christmas morn.

And let the rich be kind to the poor,

And think of the hardships they do endure,

Who are neither clothed nor fed,

And Many without a blanket to their bed.

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