Whatever else be lost among the years,
Let us keep Christmas still a shining thing:
Whatever doubts assail us, or what fears,
Let us hold close one day, remembering
Its poignant meaning for the hearts of men.
Let us not get back our childlike faith again.
Wealth may have taken wings,
Yest still there are clear windowpanes
To glow with candlelight;
There are boughs for garlands and a tinsel star
To tip some little fir tree's lifted high.
There is no heart too heavy or too sad,
But some small gift of love can make it glad.
And there are home-sweet rooms
Where laughter rings,
And we can sing the carols as of old.
Above the eastern hills a white star swings;
There is an ancient story to be told;
There are kind words and cheering words to say:
Let us be happy on the Christ Child's day.
~ Grace Noll Crowell
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