By Josephine Canning
Good Housekeeping, December 6, 1890. p. 373.
'Tis Christmas, merry Christmas,
With its holly-berries bright,
With its sweet and joyous carols
Chiming out into the night.
'Tis Christmas, happy Christmas,
With its greetings, when we hear
Pleasant sounds of salutation
And good wishes for the year.
'Tis Christmas, hallowed Christmas,
With its hidden sigh that tells
Of the shadow that hath fallen
Since the ringing of the bells.
'Tis Christmas, blessed Christmas,
With its memories untold,
Bringing joy and pain commingled,
As in Christmas days of old.
This poem appears in
A Christmas Wish
Victorian Winter Poetry for Christmas and New Year's
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