From our happy home
Through the world we roam
One week in all the year,
Making winter spring
With the joy we bring
For Christmas-tide is here.
Now the eastern star
Shines from afar
To light the poorest home;
Hearts warmer grow,
Gifts freely flow,
For Christmas-tide has come.
Now gay trees rise
Before young eyes,
Abloom with tempting cheer;
Blithe voices sing,
And blithe bells ring,
For Christmas-tide is here.
Oh, happy chime,
Oh, blessed time,
That draws us all so near!
"Welcome, dear day,"
All creatures say,
For Christmas-tide is here.
by Louisa May Alcott
5 comments:
Love your cookie chef. Very cute.
Lovely poem! I don't think I have ever seen it unless it was in one of her books and I've just forgotten it.
I was just thinking I missed making cookies with the kids. We used to do sugar cookies at Christmas -- none of us were that fond of them, but they were fun to decorate. :-)
And using that syringe for icing is GENIUS!
I hope the kids are tired of making cookies, because that's what we're doing Friday! Love, Grandma D.
What a crazy typo! I'm counting the minutes until my helpers are at my house!!! Love, Grandma D,
By the way - a belated happy anniversary to you! I meant to come around on Wednesday, but it was a busy day - and has been since.
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