The Christmas Cheer

On Christmas Eve’s eleventh hour

All is hushed in wood and tower.

Birds shiver in the evergreen

But ye, who by the window lean,

Yes, ye who sit upon the sill,

Oh bend your ears until, until

You hear it fleeting through the air:

Hurrah!  Hurrah!

The Christmas Cheer!

On Christmas Eve’s eleventh hour

The snow lies on the ground like flour:

The Pastry Cook who lives Above

Shook it down through his great sieve.

And ye, who sit upon the sill

Shall hear a roaring from the hill,

Shall hear a rumbling from afar,

Shall hear it softly drawing near:

Hurrah!  Hurrah!

The Christmas Cheer!

Midnight is close and in their beds

Children lift their sleeping heads

And whisper soft:  Hurrah!  Hurrah!

As through the myriad of snows

Lilting, lifting as it goes,

It comes, that song from olden times,

Mingling with the midnight chimes

Hurrah!  Hurrah!

That now ring out for all to hear

Both near and far, and far and near,

Hurrah!  Hurrah!

The Christmas Cheer!

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And may I wish a Merry Christmas to all you good Hawkers and Potters out there!