PhyllistheAuthor

December

I like dayswith a snow-white collar,
and nights when the moonis a silver dollar,
and hills are filledwith eiderdown stuffing
and your breath makes smokelike an engine puffing.

I like dayswhen feathers are snowing,
and all the eaveshave petticoats showing,
and the air is cold,
and the wires are humming,
but you feel all warm ...with Christmas coming.

~ Aileen Fisher ~

The Bells

Hear the sledges with the bells--- Silver Bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle,tinkle,tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,Bells, bells, bells,
--- From the jingling and tinkling of the bells.

- Edgar Allan Poe -