Poems (Curwen)/Christmas is Coming

by Annie Isabel Curwen

Christmas is Coming.

Christmas is coming! the little ones cry
 With their eager eyes abeaming,
That wonderful hour is drawing nigh
 When, while they are sweetly dreaming,
The good all fairy of "Make Believe"
Will visit their cots on Christmas Eve.

Christmas is coming! the school boys shout,
 Their caps in the air up-flinging,
As they leap and jump and caper about;
 For Christmastide is bringing
The holidays, home, and fun once more,
And there'll be feasts of joy in store.

Christmas is coming! the young folks say,
 Their bright eyes gaily glancing,
And we'll while the long dark hours away
 With music, songs, and dancing;
And there'll be stolen kisses, I trow,
Under the gleaming misletoe.

Christmas is coming! we mothers say,
 As we look round on the glowing
Faces of children. Ah! well-a-day,
 We must be older growing,
For another year of life has gone,
And the wheels of Time still rumble on.

Christmas is coming! the Queen Bee cries,
 In the hive there is much humming,
For hundreds of Bees with anxious eyes,
 Await the supplement coming;
And hundreds more eager to see
That wondrous sight—the Christmas Tree.

Christmas is coming! Old Winter says,
 His watery eyes a-drying;
So here's to its happy, merry days,
 May they know no care or sighing;
But Yuletide peace fill cot and hall,
When Christmas comes; and may God bless all.