A Bloggy Christmas Carol

Because I’ve spent the past two days resisting the almost biological urge for wrapping, trimming, festively adorning every last inch of everything with ribbons and candles and elves dressed up as snowmen dressed up as Santa, and overdosing on Andy Williams, and because the happy has been MIA lately:

Good King Wenceslas looked out

On the feast of Stephen

When the snow lay round about

Deep and crisp

and even

Softly shone the moon that night

Though the frost was cruel

When a poor man came in sight

Gathering winter fuel.

Hither, page, and stand by me

If thou know’st it, telling

Yonder peasant, who is he?

Where and what his dwelling?”

“Sire, he lives a good league hence

Underneath the mountain

Right against the forest fence

By Saint Agnes’ fountain.”

“Bring me flesh and bring me wine

Bring me pine logs hither

Thou and I will see him dine

When we bear him thither.”

Page and monarch forth they went

Forth they went together

Through the rude wind’s wild lament

And the bitter weather

“Sire, the night is darker now

And the wind blows stronger

Fails my heart, I know not how,

I can go no longer.”

“Mark my footsteps, my good page

Tread thou in them boldly

Thou shalt find the winter’s rage

Freeze thy blood less coldly.”

In his master’s steps he trod

Where the snow lay dinted

Heat was in the very sod

Which the Saint had printed

Therefore, Christian men, be sure

Wealth or rank possessing

Ye who now will bless the poor

Shall yourselves find blessing: