The door is on the latch tonight, The hearth-fire is aglow, I seem to hear soft passing feet— The Christ child in the snow. My heart is open wide tonight For stranger, kith or kin; I would not bar a single door Where love might enter in. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POEM FROM THE EDGE OF AMERICA by JAMES GALVIN HIGH PLAINS RAG by JAMES GALVIN |