Christmas Magazine

Dust of Snow

Robert Frost (1874-1963) The way a crowShook down on meThe dust of snowFrom a hemlock tree Has given my heartA

Author unknown See the pretty snowflakesFalling from the sky;On the walk and housetopsSoft and thick they lie. On the window-ledgesOn

John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892) How strange to greet, this frosty morn, In graceful counterfeit of flower, These children of the

Theodor Storm (1817-1888) Saint Nikolaus’s best known companion is Knecht Ruprecht. ‘Knecht’ meaning ‘servant’. Historically Ruprecht was a dark

Archibald Lampman (1861-1899) White are the far-off plains, and white The fading forests grow; The wind dies out along the

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