As a final glow and sparkle Fill the year's decaying ember, And the wintry forces gather On the snowfields of December, With a beating of the sleighbells In a more exultant jingle, Comes a quiver of our pulses, Comes the merry Christmas tingle. Now a gay, mysterious meaning Lies upon the happy faces, And the atmosphere of giving Quickens all the kindly graces. With the sordid and the prosy Sudden gleams of beauty mingle, And the inner haunts of mammon Feel the blessed Christmas tingle. Unexpected bits of laughter Bubble up from hidden corners, Plums of jolly cheer are waiting For a myriad Jack Horners. In the shop and on the highway And around the happy ingle Not a shade of black moroseness, Everywhere the Christmas tingle. Soon, too soon, the season passes, And the fogs of living cover With a gray of dull existence Wife and husband, friend and lover. Let us find a merrier fashion, Some perpetual Kriss Kringle, Teaching Time's despondent pulses An unending Christmas tingle! |