excerpt from The Shepherds Calender, John Clare 1793 – 1864
Christmas is come, and every hearth
Makes room to give him welcome now.
E’en want will dry its tears in mirth
And crown him wi’ a holly bough,
Though tramping ‘neath a winter sky
O’er snow track paths and rimy stiles;
The huswife sets her spinning by
And bids him welcome wi’ her smiles.
Each house is swept the day before
And windows stuck wi’ evergreens,
The snow is bosomed from the door
And comfort crowns the cottage scenes,
Gilt holly wi’ its thorny pricks
And yew and box wi’ berries small,
These deck the unused candlesticks
And pictures hanging by the wall.
Neighbours resume their annual cheer,
Wishing wi’ smiles and spirits high
Glad Christmas and a happy year
Milk maids their Christmas journeys go
Accompanied wi’ favoured swain,
And children pace the crumping snow
To taste their granny’s cake again.
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