Favorite Christmas Poems

[Counter Revolutionary]

                 SONG WIT WOIDS

I ups and goes to midnight Mass on Christmas,
Though I hadn't went to Mass for 'leven years.
I remembered me baby sister who's gone wrong as bad as me,
And down came de tears.

I thought o' what saps we are to fall for de woild's baloney,
I felt humility, and I took a sock at me pride;
I felt like a plug kneelin' in choich, I felt like a rat in a rainbow,
I felt like a flea on a bride.

It wasn't de music, it wasn't de lights and de roses,
Nor de swell lookin' goils goin' to Holy Communion what took me down...
But it was de crib wit a wooden stature of de Blessed Voigin
In her blue gown.

I wisht to God I was a kid again up in de Bronx
So dat she could take me in her arms at midnight Mass;
I felt like crawlin' through de hay to be there beside her
And take de place of de ass.

Fr. Thomas Butler Feeney, When the Wind Blows

Do you have any favorites?

[red solo cup]

Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye,
In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones
Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky
With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones,
And all their helms of silver hovering side by side,
And their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more,
Being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied,
The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.

The Magi -W.B.Yeats