Poem: Christmas Eve
by Shane Hubbard
CHRISTMAS EVE. by Shane Hubbard The day has duly dwindled, The sun has made its leave, As light that it once kindled Dies out this Christmas Eve; But colored bulbs are flashing On chimneys, roofs, and trees, Illuming patrons dashing, Through town on shopping sprees. The bluebird’s song has ended, Its chirp escaped the ear When day and night first blended, Then night subdued its peer; But merry crowds are singing In church and house and shoppe, And silver bells are ringing, As horses clip and clop. Now snow is gently falling, And crystal flakes of white Keep carolers from calling, This frosty winter’s night; But here a fire is blazing, And stew is in the pot, And trembling hands are raising A mug of something hot. And children stare in wonder, As candles flicker low, At random gifts stacked under The Christmas tree aglow; Their stockings, damp and weathered, Removed from frigid feet, Adorn the mantle, tethered About the flaming heat. And at the kitchen table, Their parents bake the sweets, And box and wrap and label A batch of tempting treats; Before the night should perish— The clock strikes eight, then nine— They join those they most cherish Around the Christmas pine. Eyes full of sleep soon flutter, And here a nodding head, And what protests lips utter When they are sent to bed! But soon their brains are dreaming Of boys and girls at play, And ruddy cheeks are beaming With thoughts of Christmas Day!