By Terrance Hayes
The rain falling on a night
in mid-December,
I pull to my father’s engine
wondering how long I’ll …
in mid-December,
I pull to my father’s engine
wondering how long I’ll …
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- By Timothy TocherSanta needs new reindeer.
The first bunch has grown old.
Dasher has arthritis;
Comet hates the cold.… - By Clement Clarke Moore'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a… - By Thomas HardyChristmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
“Now they are all on their knees,”
An elder said as we sat in … - By Kenn NesbittA BB gun.
A model plane.
A basketball.
A ’lectric train.
A bicycle.
A cowboy hat.
A comic book.
A baseball… - By Kenn NesbittOur substitute is strange because
he looks a lot like Santa Claus.
In fact, the moment he walked in
… - By Joseph BrodskyWhen it’s Christmas we’re all of us magi.
At the grocers’ all slipping and pushing.
Where a tin of halvah… - By Joseph BrodskyIn the cold season, in a locality accustomed to heat more than
to cold, to horizontality more than to… - By Robert FrostThe city had withdrawn into itself
And left at last the country to the country;
When between whirls of… - By Susan Elizabeth HoweOminous inscrutable Chinese news
to get just before Christmas,
considering my reasonable health,
marriage… - By John MiltonThis is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heav'n's eternal King,
Of wedded Maid… - By AnonymousThe first day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree.
The second day of Christmas… - By Alfred, Lord TennysonRing out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the … - By Sara TeasdaleThe kings they came from out the south,
All dressed in ermine fine;
They bore Him gold and chrysoprase… - By Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThree Kings came riding from far away,
Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar;
Three Wise Men out of the East… - By John Mason NealeGood King Wenceslas look’d out,
On the Feast of Stephen;
When the snow lay round about,
Deep, and crisp… - By George Starbuck* O fury- bedecked! O glitter-torn! Let the wild wind erect bonbonbonanzas; junipers affect frostyfreeze…
- By Gjertrud SchnackenbergBethlehem in Germany,
Glitter on the sloping roofs,
Breadcrumbs on the windowsills,
Candles in the Christmas… - By Norman WilliamsTonight the wide, wet flakes of snow
Drift down like Christmas suicides,
Layering the eaves and boughs…