Fireside Chatting: A Christmas Poem

By H. K. Bright

Warmth from behind, the fire burning bright,

Warmth in hand and kept close to my side  

Snow falls white against a yet darker night.

But the Cold’s kept quiet: quietly outside,

 

Let us toast, you and I, the quiet days,

Full of peace and plenty: a happy time.

For see, we merely rest; we do not laze.

And so to take our ease is not a crime.

 

Will I take a marshmallow? Why not three?

Is it alright to look at snow all day?

Will you sit with me by the Christmas tree?

Yes, and yes again. Yes to all, I say.

 

Where there is glad warmth, and where there is love.

There we shall be, and our Father Above.