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Well, I have to go last with my all time favorite Christmas Poem first published in 1823. This poem has so influenced our concept of Christmas except Religious celebrations.  From the 8 reindeer, Dancer, Prancer, etc. to The wise Santa Claus 'St. Nick' laying a finger aside his nose.  Every Christmas Eve was marked with the tradition of reading it to my daughter, Chelsea. So, though there are so many poems I wish I could have had the time to honour, this is my last salute to this season, and with that I would urge anyone who is a child at heart to also venture into prose and read 'The Father Christmas Letters'  written and illustrated by J.

This is probably my favorite Christmas Poem by one of my favorite writers! I love the sea and sailing and as Ratty says in Wind in the Willows, 'Simply messing about in boats'! Christmas at Sea by Robert Louis Stevenson The sheets were frozen hard, and they cut the naked hand; The decks were like a slide, where a seaman scarce could stand; The wind was a nor'wester, blowing squally off the sea; And cliffs and spouting breakers were the only things a-lee. They heard the surf a-roaring before the break of day; But 'twas only with the peep of light we saw how ill we lay. We tumbled every hand on deck instanter, with a shout, And we g

I think this poem is so gently lovely! Mistletoe by Walter de la Mare Sitting under the mistletoe (Pale-green, fairy mistletoe), One last candle burning low, All the sleepy dancers gone, Just one candle burning on, Shadows lurking everywhere: Some one came, and kissed me there. Tired I was; my head would go Nodding under the mistletoe (Pale-green, fairy mistletoe), No footsteps came, no voice, but only, Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely, Stooped in the still and shadowy air Lips unseen - and kissed me there.