Greetings, Poetry Lovers!
I hope your holiday season is filled with sparkle and light, at least here and there and in surprising places. I've been up to my elf-ears in Etsy orders (not complaining!) and so have been running on coffee fumes for the past week or two. I'm still listing items online, and on the home front, today is our First Friday that is also the "Night on the Town" downtown. Shops stay open with grown-up refreshments and such, and there is music, sometimes puppets, and general family holiday merriment on the streets, with the lighting of the Christmas tree and stirring music by US Marine Corps Band members. I have much to do to get my wee little shop ready!
Since I'm currently immersed in my favorite things - art supplies and old books - and since I've no free space in the ol' brain for anything too profound or complicated this week, I peeked around for something old and fun to share today. In one of my volumes of CROWN JEWELS, I found a poem I hadn't stumbled upon before. I hope it brings a chuckle!
It's from CROWN JEWELS or Gems of Literature, Art and Music Being Choice Selections From the Writings and Musical Productions of the Most Celebrated Authors From the Earliest Times (etc. - it actually goes on and on!), compiled by Henry Davenport Northrop, D. D., and published by W. J. Connaton, Kansas City, in 1888.
Kris Kringle's Surprise
by Henry Davenport
With heavy pack upon his back,
And smiles upon his face,
Kris Kringle waded through the snow,
And went at rapid pace.
His sack that made him sweat and tug
Was stuffed with pretty toys,
And up and down throughout the town
He sought the girls and boys.
Not long before, within one door,
One little Johnny Street,
By lucky chance got into pants,
And grew about two feet.
On Christmas eve he asked for leave
To hang upon a peg
The woolen stockings he had worn,
Each with its lengthy leg.
The cunning boy, on Christmas joy
With all his heart was bent,
And for old Kringle's packages
With all his might he went.
In big surprise Kris Kringle's eyes
Stuck out and stared around,
For two such stockings as those were
He ne'er before had found.
He thought he'd never get them full,
They were so strangely deep;
So standing there upon a chair,
He took a hasty peep:
Young Johnny Street, the little cheat,
Had watched his lucky chance,
And to the stockings, at the top,
Had pinned his pair of pants.
Now, take your mischeivous selves right on over to fiction, instead of lies, where Tanita is rounding us up today. Thanks, Tanita!