Let us go back to the beauties
That are pocketed deep in our past,
They joys we relinquished with childhood
But which hauntingly linger and last!
Let us return to the Christmas
That remains with the children of time —
The Christmas of wonderful wishes,
Of stardust, and snowdrift, and chime!
Let us go back to the vision
Of evergreen peace in our rooms,
Pretty ribbons on gifts of the giving,
And the dream that consistently blooms.
Let us in piety wander
Where the veil of the centuries parts
To look at a crib and an infant,
And Christmas will live in our hearts!
Frank H. Keith (1953)
