Christmas (George Alexander Macfarren)
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-04-21). Score information: A4, 9 pages, 137 kB Copyright: CPDL
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Original text and translations
Christmas comes, he comes, he comes,
Ushered with a rain of plums;
Hollies in the windows greet him
Schools come driving post to meet him;
Gifts precede him, bells proclaim him,
Ev'ry mouth delights to name him.
Wet, and cold, and wind, and dark,
Make him but the warmer mark;
And yet he comes not one embodied,
Universal's the blithe Godhead,
And in ev'ry festal house
Presence hath ubiquitous.
Curtains, those snug room-enfolders,
Hang upon his million shoulders;
And he has a million eyes
Of fire; and eats a million pies,
And is very wise and merry,
And he loves a kiss beneath the berry.
He would have us, one and all,
Wake at his benignant call,
And all grow wise, and all lay down
Strife, and jealousy, and frown,
And like the sons of one great mother,
Share, and be blest with one another.