Sunday, July 31, 2016

Weekend Lit - Poems and Farewell #ChristmasinJuly

Today is the last day of Christmas in July. *pout* It has been so nice getting back to one of my favorite things. I'll admit to being a bit neglectful of it, and this blog, the past couple of years. This year, I feel like I'm home again. I hope you enjoyed everything I shared with you this month.

Don't forget, today is the last day to get Rhonda Hopkins Christmas story, The Gift, for free. Visit this post for details.

Also, today is the last day to enter to win a copy of Sarah Tipper's Tales to Take You to Christmas. Enter at this post.

On this final day of Christmas in July, and of Weekend Lit (until this holiday season), I'm sharing a couple of poems. One from H.P Lovecraft (who knew that he wrote a Christmas poem!?) and another by Robert Frost.

Viggo Johansen A Christmas Story 1935

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!

Christmas Trees
by Robert Frost

The city had withdrawn into itself 
And left at last the country to the country; 
When between whirls of snow not come to lie 
And whirls of foliage not yet laid, there drove 
A stranger to our yard, who looked the city, 
Yet did in country fashion in that there 
He sat and waited till he drew us out 
A-buttoning coats to ask him who he was. 
He proved to be the city come again 
To look for something it had left behind 
And could not do without and keep its Christmas. 
He asked if I would sell my Christmas trees; 
My woods—the young fir balsams like a place 
Where houses all are churches and have spires. 
I hadn’t thought of them as Christmas Trees. 
I doubt if I was tempted for a moment 
To sell them off their feet to go in cars 
And leave the slope behind the house all bare, 
Where the sun shines now no warmer than the moon. 
I’d hate to have them know it if I was. 
Yet more I’d hate to hold my trees except 
As others hold theirs or refuse for them, 
Beyond the time of profitable growth, 
The trial by market everything must come to. 
I dallied so much with the thought of selling. 
Then whether from mistaken courtesy 
And fear of seeming short of speech, or whether 
From hope of hearing good of what was mine, 
I said, “There aren’t enough to be worth while.” 
“I could soon tell how many they would cut, 
You let me look them over.” 

“You could look. 
But don’t expect I’m going to let you have them.” 
Pasture they spring in, some in clumps too close 
That lop each other of boughs, but not a few 
Quite solitary and having equal boughs 
All round and round. The latter he nodded “Yes” to, 
Or paused to say beneath some lovelier one, 
With a buyer’s moderation, “That would do.” 
I thought so too, but wasn’t there to say so. 
We climbed the pasture on the south, crossed over, 
And came down on the north. 
He said, “A thousand.” 

“A thousand Christmas trees!—at what apiece?” 

He felt some need of softening that to me: 
“A thousand trees would come to thirty dollars.” 

Then I was certain I had never meant 
To let him have them. Never show surprise! 
But thirty dollars seemed so small beside 
The extent of pasture I should strip, three cents 
(For that was all they figured out apiece), 
Three cents so small beside the dollar friends 
I should be writing to within the hour 
Would pay in cities for good trees like those, 
Regular vestry-trees whole Sunday Schools 
Could hang enough on to pick off enough. 
A thousand Christmas trees I didn’t know I had! 
Worth three cents more to give away than sell, 
As may be shown by a simple calculation. 
Too bad I couldn’t lay one in a letter. 
I can’t help wishing I could send you one, 
In wishing you herewith a Merry Christmas.

And that's a wrap...on this Christmas present in the heat of Summer, Christmas in July! See you in November for the Christmas Spirit Reading Challenge/Read-a-Thon and my annual Sharing the Joy event. I'll try to post every month on Rudolph Day (25th each month) too.

Always in spirit...


  1. I'm looking forward to your Christmas Spirit reading challenge! I've missed it!! Costco also was in the Christmas spirit with gift wrap and holiday decorations, so you are not the only one :)

  2. That's what I like with poetry. They come really deep, blunt and strong. Reading poems, and sometimes collecting them, is one of my hobbies. Lately, I've been reading Christmas poems, some of the classical ones.


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