Bundles
A bundle is a funny thing,
It always sets me wondering;
For whether it is thin or wide
You never know just what's inside.
Especially on Christmas week,
Temptation is so great to peek!
Now wouldn't it be much more fun
If shoppers carried things undone?
The Candy Santa Claus
I'm very fond of candles
With their quaint coquettish way,
But alas! I wooed too often,
And now my life's to pay.
They knew I was important
When they decked the Christmas tree,
Yes, they hung me on the tip-top
For all the world to see.
But, alas! A lady candle
Has come with me to the top,
And I'm melting with affection,
I'm dying drop by drop.
The Tinsel Star
I'm just a shiny tinsel star,
Boxed all the time as such things are,
And only used just once a year,
Oh, life is very dull and drear!
A real star has far fields to roam,
A tinsel star must stay at home.
It is a terrible vexation
To be a silly imitation!
The Ambitious Mouse
If all the world were candy
And the sky were frosted cake,
Oh, it would be a splendid job
For a mouse to undertake!
To eat a path of sweetmeats
Through candy forest aisles—
Explore the land of Pepper-mint
Stretched out for miles and miles.
To gobble up a cloudlet,
A little cup-cake star,
To swim a lake of liquid sweet
With shores of chocolate bar.
But, best of all the eating,
Would be the toothsome fat,
Triumphant hour of mouse-desire,
To eat a candy cat!
Prayer
Last night I crept across the snow,
Where only tracking rabbits go,
And then I waited quite alone
Until the Christmas radiance shone!
At midnight twenty angels came,
Each white and shining like a flame.
At midnight twenty angels sang,
The stars swung out like bells and rang.
They lifted me across the hill,
They bore me in their arms until
A greater glory greeted them.
It was the town of Bethlehem.
And gently, then, they set me down,
All worshipping that holy town,
And gently, then, they bade me raise
My head to worship and to praise.
And gently, then, the Christ smiled down.
Ah, there was glory in that town!
It was as if the world were free
And glistening with purity.
And in that vault of crystal blue,
It was as if the world were new,
And myriad angels, file on file,
Glorified in the Christ-child's smile.
It was so beautiful to see
Such glory, for a child like me,
So beautiful, it does not seem
It could have been a Christmas dream.