IT'S HO for the holly and laughter and kisses, <br />It 's ho for the mistletoe bough in the hall! <br />Was ever a season so jolly as this is? <br />No, this is the jolliest one of them all. <br />The season of loving and giving and dancing, <br />The season of mirth and of hearts that are true, <br />The season of eyes most bewitching, entrancing — <br />It's ho, Merry Christmas! A welcome to you. <br /> <br />With loved ones about us to laugh at our follies, <br />The patter of feet in the hallways above, <br />A ring at the door — now deserted are dollies — <br />All rush to greet callers and shower them with love. <br />What turbulent romping! Was ever such shouting <br />So dear to the heart and so sweet to the ear? <br />Away with all fretting, repining and doubting, <br />Ye, ho, for the Christmas so brim full of cheer. <br /> <br />Away with you, Trouble! Our armor of gladness <br />You can't penetrate with your arrows of fear; <br />Away with you, Sorrow! Away with you, Sadness! <br />Our walls are defended this morning by Cheer. <br />A fig for your frowning, Old Gloom, and your grouching, <br />No pessimist enters our castle today; <br />And should to our doorway a Kill-Joy come slouching, <br />We've sentries of Cheer who will drive him away.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-christmas-spirit-2/
