Christmas in the skies

In fancys infant ecstasy

Likening the snow to falling feathers

Climb up the window-seat with glee

& some to view the winter weathers

Laughing with superstitious love

Oer visions wild that youth supplies

Of people pulling geese above

& keeping Christmas in the skies

As tho the homestead trees were drest
In lieu of snow with dancing leaves
As tho the sun-dried martins nest
Instead of ickles hung the eaves
The children hail the happy day—
As if the snow were Aprils grass
& pleasd as neath the warmth of May
Sport oer the water froze to glass

 

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