Category: Christmas

Wrapped gifts are placed beneath the tree;
While needles bomb us constantly;
The tree is leaning–dad, and fix
Four sets of lights where there grew six;
All the air waves, sound or sight,
Are clogged with good old Silent Night;
The kiddies heckle, “Please, mom, canta
Sit up this once and wait for Santa?”
But Mother worries, over-wrought
Over one gift still unbought,
While my day dreams are rearranging
Schedules to do my exchanging,
Then later, from my toss-wom hollow
I dream of all the bills to follow.
The angels mus t convulse with mirth
At what mere man terms Peace on earth!

by Ray Romine Monday, December 29, 1952

Now is the happy time of year
From east to west, from south to north,
When Angels gather far and near
To take our greetings back and forth.

Their candle burning, Angels three
Symbolize the old wish still
Going out to you from me:
“Peace on earth–to all, good Will”

Three Angels carol softly, lightly,
And the Christ child lives again;
May their Christmas candles brightly
Shine on in the hearts of men.

by Ray Romine Saturday, May 8, 1954

An evergreen is freighted with
A wealth of gem-resplendent snow,
And sways its burden with the winds
That coldly come and fiercely go.

While here within, another tree
Is trimmed by children, laughing, gay,
And wears a rigid smile in death
To find the role a tree must play.

A tree that night the Christ was born
Cried out, “A cross? God–not of me!”
Then, softly–back in character-“
Yes, God, if that’s my destiny.”

by Ray Romine Monday, November 26, 1945

Three cheers for the holly;
Hurray for the fun.
The season of Christmas has really begun.

Three cheers for old Santa;
Hurrah for his deer;
They help bring favorite time of the year!

Three cheers for red candles;
Hurray for the tree;
I’m glad it is Christmas for you and for me!

by Ray Romine Sunday, June 6, 1954

Here, tangled in ribbons and paper debris
Of a post-Christmas opening, see you and me
Aware that all season no thrill has compared
To this feeling of secrets delightfully shared.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, December 25, 1951

Gad! I see my Christmas shopping
Isn’t over, as I’d thought–

Comes now after-Christmas swapping
What the other fellow bought.

by Ray Romine Thursday, September 1, 1949

One star in all the sky full
Told them where He lay;
One star led them to Jesus,
Asleep upon the hay.

That star in all its glory
Shines now both night and day;
The blessed Light of Jesus
That guides our steps today.

by Ray Romine Friday, June 11, 1954

‘Way up in the stratosphere,
Mother Goose, the quaint old dear,
Is plucking geese, so legend goes
To fix us up with Christmas snows.

And Sol so many miles away
Is getting set for Christmas Day,
To glitter o’er the snow we’ll get
(Of course we haven’t got it yet).

And Jacky Frost, away up north,
Prepares himself for faring forth
To do his bit as best he can,
(He’ll probably go too far again.)

Now, have you done your part this year
To help along the Christmas cheer?
The elements have all come through–
The rest, it seems, is up to YOU!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, January 1, 1935

Sonny wears the broadest grin–
The train he wanted fills his stocking;
And note the trance his sister’s in
With the dolly she is rocking.
Mother beams ecstatically
At her perfumes and filmy frills;
And dad smiles automatically
Out from suspenders, ties–and bills.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, July 19, 1950

It’s Christmas Day for you and me,
But what of Bud across the sea?
My heart all day has tribute paid
To one who crawls, a bit dismayed,
Across this awful war’s debris.

For him, no fire–no Christmas-tree;
No cheering sight of family—-
But, high above the cannonade,
“It’s Christmas Day!”

His face is turned, O Christ, to Thee–
This, Bud’s so-simple recipe
Has held him far from our parade
Perhaps alone, but unafraid,
As those of Faith shall ever be
On Christmas Day.

by Ray Romine Sunday, December 26, 1943