Christmas Prose

Let not the useless sorrow
Pursue you night and morrow:
If e’er you hoped, hope now;
Take heart,—uncloud your faces,
And join in our embraces
Under the Holly Bough.
by Charles Mackay

Be merry all, be merry all,
With holly dress the festive hall;
Prepare the song, the feast, the ball,
To welcome merry Christmas.
by William Robert Spencer

Were earth a thousand times as fair,
Beset with gold and jewels rare,
She yet were far too poor to be,
A narrow cradle, Lord, for Thee.
by Martin Luther

We honor on His day of birth,
The Child born to bring peace on earth.
The God who was born in a stable.
from The Lord of Misrule by Norah Lofts

What can I give Him, Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb,
If I were a wise man I would do my part
Yet what can I give Him?
Give my heart.
by Christina Rossetti

O Father, may that holy Star grow every year more bright,
And send its glorious beam afar to fill the world with light.
by William Cullen Bryant

Let's dance and sing, and make good cheer,
For Christmas comes but once a year!
- from an old ballad