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Paul Laurence Dunbar

Speakin' o' Christmas

Breezes blowin' middlin' brisk,

Snow-flakes thro' the air a-whisk,

Fallin' kind o' soft an' light,

Not enough to make things white,

But jest sorter siftin' down

So's to cover up the brown

Of the dark world's rugged ways

'N' make things look like holidays.

Not smoothed over, but jest specked,

Sorter strainin' fur effect,

An' not quite a-gittin' through

What it started in to do.

Mercy sakes! it does seem queer

Christmas day is 'most nigh here.

Somehow it don't seem to me

Christmas like it used to be,—

Christmas with its ice an' snow,

Christmas of the long ago.

You could feel its stir an' hum

Weeks an' weeks before it come;

Somethin' in the atmosphere

Told you when the day was near,

Didn't need no almanacs;

That was one o' Nature's fac's.

Every cottage decked out gay—

Cedar wreaths an' holly spray—

An' the stores, how they were drest,

Tinsel tell you couldn't rest;

Every winder fixed up pat,

Candy canes, an' things like that;

Noah's arks, an' guns, an' dolls,

An' all kinds o' fol-de-rols.

Then with frosty bells a-chime,

Slidin' down the hills o' time,

Right amidst the fun an' din

Christmas come a-bustlin' in,

Raised his cheery voice to call

Out a welcome to us all.

Hale and hearty, strong an' bluff,

That was Christmas, sure enough.

Snow knee-deep an' coastin' fine,

Frozen mill-ponds all ashine,

Seemin' jest to lay in wait,

Beggin' you to come an' skate.

An' you'd git your gal an' go

Stumpin' cheerily thro' the snow,

Feelin' pleased an' skeert an' warm

'Cause she had a-holt yore arm.

Why, when Christmas come in, we

Spent the whole glad day in glee,

Havin' fun an' feastin' high

An' some courtin' on the sly.

Bustin' in some neighbor's door

An' then suddenly, before

He could give his voice a lift,

Yellin' at him, "Christmas gift."

Now sich things are never heard,

"Merry Christmas" is the word.

But it's only change o' name,

An' means givin' jest the same.

There's too many new-styled ways

Now about the holidays.

I'd jest like once more to see

Christmas like it used to be!