Christmas

by Unknown

'Tis Christmas, and the North wind blows; to-day our hearts are one,

Though you are 'mid the English snows and I in Austral sun;

You, when you hear the Northern blast, pile high a mightier fire,

Our ladies cower until it's past in lawn and lace attire.

I fancy I can picture you upon this Christmas night,

Just sitting as you used to do, the laughter at its height;

And then a sudden, silent pause intruding on your glee,

And kind eyes glistening because you chanced to think of me.

This morning when I woke and knew 'twas Christmas come again,

I almost fancied I could view white rime upon the pane,