Evergreen boughs that fill our homes
With fragrant Christmas scents,
Hearts full of the loving glow
That Christmas represents;
Christmas cookies, turkeys stuffed,
Festive holly berry,
Little faces bright with joy,
Family members being merry;
Parties, songs, beribboned gifts,
Silver bells that tinkle,
Christmas trees and ornaments,
Colorful lights that twinkle;
Relatives waiting with open arms
To smile and hug and kiss us;
They are some of the special joys
Which come along with Christmas.
The True Christmas
So stick up ivy and also the bays,
And then restore the heathen ways.
Green reminds you of the spring,
Though this excellent day denies the thing.
And mortifies our planet and all
But your wild revels, and loose hall.
Would you wear flowers, and roses strow
Blushing upon your breasts’ warm snow,
That very dress your lightness will
Rebuke, and wither in the ill.
The brightness of this very day we owe
Not unto music, masque, nor show:
Nor gallant furniture, nor plate;
But towards the manger’s mean estate.
His life while here, in addition to birth,
Was but a cheque to pomp and mirth;
And all man’s greatness you might see
Condemned by His humility.
Then leave your open house and noise,
To welcome Him with holy joys,
And also the poor shepherd’s watchfulness:
Whom light and hymns from heaven did bless.
That which you abound with, cast abroad
To people who want, and ease your load.
Who empties thus, brings more in;
But riot is both loss and sin.
Dress finely what comes not around the corner,
And then you keep your Christmas right.