Today, here’s another simple little Christmas poem, “At Christmas Time.” Have you sent your cards yet? (I haven’t.)
Robert Frost used to compose a poem every year to send as a Christmas greeting in booklet form (a “chapbook”). They were sometimes cheerful poems, although not always. Today, these little booklets are collector’s items, in case anyone hasn’t bought my Christmas gift yet.
On that note, one of my favorite poems — I say that a lot, don’t I? — “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.” (You can read the whole poem here.) Seasonal, but a completely different tone:
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.