Atypical of his works, this is a brief, cheerful poem submitted by Alice Bampton, Communications and Marketing Dept.
“Christmastide” by H. P. Lovecraft
The cottage hearth beams warm and bright,
The candles gaily glow;
The stars emit a kinder light
Above the drifted snow.
Down from the sky a magic steals
To glad the passing year,
And belfries sing with joyous peals,
For Christmastide is here!
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