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Christmas Poems to Warm the Heart

Long before TV, Christmas poems helped spread holiday cheer.

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We all have our favorite Christmas movies and songs, but before film and sound recordings were invented, people had to rely more on the printed word to communicate their feelings about the season.

What better choice to begin than a retelling of the reason for Christmas, the birth of Jesus Christ? Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) was a Missouri-born American poet. Here, she decribes the biblical tale.

Christmas Carol

Sara Teasdale

The kings they came from out the south,
All dressed in ermine fine;
They bore Him gold and chrysoprase,
And gifts of precious wine.
 
The shepherds came from out the north,
Their coats were brown and old;
They brought Him little new-born lambs—
They had not any gold.
 
The wise men came from out the east,
And they were wrapped in white;
The star that led them all the way
Did glorify the night.
 
The angels came from heaven high,
And they were clad with wings;
And lo, they brought a joyful song
The host of heaven sings.
 
The kings they knocked upon the door,
The wise men entered in,
The shepherds followed after them
To hear the song begin.
 
The angels sang through all the night
Until the rising sun,
But little Jesus fell asleep
Before the song was done.

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Helen Maria Williams was a British writer and translator who lived much of her life in Paris. Williams, who must have felt homesick at times, in this poem talks about how small things can make a big difference.

To Mrs. K, On Her Sending Me An English Christmas Plum-Cake At Paris

Helen Maria Williams

What crowding thoughts around me wake,
What marvels in a Christmas-cake!
Ah say, what strange enchantment dwells
Enclosed within its odorous cells?
 
Is there no small magician bound
Encrusted in its snowy round?
For magic surely lurks in this,
A cake that tells of vanished bliss;
 
A cake that conjures up to view
The early scenes, when life was new;
When memory knew no sorrows past,
And hope believed in joys that last! —
 
Mysterious cake, whose folds contain
Life’s calendar of bliss and pain;
em>That speaks of friends for ever fled,
And wakes the tears I love to shed.
 
Oft shall I breathe her cherished name
From whose fair hand the offering came:
For she recalls the artless smile
Of nymphs that deck my native isle;
 
Of beauty that we love to trace,
Allied with tender, modest grace;
Of those who, while abroad they roam,
Retain each charm that gladdens home,
 
And whose dear friendships can impart
A Christmas banquet for the heart!

Laura Valkovic

Socio-political Correspondent at LibertyNation.com and Managing Editor of LNGenZ.com. Eclectic in interests and political philosophies, Laura came to journalism after years of working as an educator. Her background as a historian has informed her research and writing styles, as well as her approach to current affairs. Born and raised in Australia, Laura currently resides in Great Britain.

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