Poems Archives - Page 7 of 10 - Christmas Magazine

Snow in the Suburbs

Thomas Hardy (1840-1928) Every branch big with it, Bent every twig with it; Every fork like a white web-foot; Every

Judith A. Lindberg It begins long before the first frost – Somewhere between memory and reality. It touches us

John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892) Somehow, not only for Christmas, But all the long year through, The joy that you give

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832) This box, mine own sweet darling, thou wilt find With many a varied sweetmeat’s form

Lucy Maud Montgomery (1874-1942) Wrapped was the world in slumber deep, By seaward valley and cedarn steep, And bright and

Gabrielle Stewart And now he is off for his long Christmas ride, To visit the children who live far

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882) I heard the bells on Christmas day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet

Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing: Toll

Kenneth Hoffman I remember Christmas in the old country – Tramping through the snow To choose the young tree