Classic Poem

O, could we keep the Christmas thrill,
The goad of gladness and good-will,
The lift of laughter and the touch
Of kindled hands that utter much,
Not once a year, but all the time,
The melody of hearts in chime,
The impulse beautiful and kind,
Of soul to soul and mind to mind
That swings the world
And brings the world
On one great day of all the year
Close to God's treasure house of cheer. …
O, could we keep the Christmas feast,
Even when goods and gold are least;
Here, 'mid our common, daily scenes,
Could we but live what Christmas means,
Not one day, but for every day
The miracle of wholesome play,
The spirit sweet, gift-giving, young,
From deepest wells of feeling sprung. …

What a different world this world would be!
For we would see as children see,
If only a magic way were found
To make us children the whole year round!