A Christmas Poem

As we head towards Christmas and the craziness in the shops, the moaning and complaining of all those who have to face the chaos and trauma Christmas can bring I am reminded of one of my favorite Poets Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poems 'Christmas Bells'  Published in 1864.  

Please find your own way of relaxing, personally I like a nice cup of tea or coffee (iced in this heat) and a beautiful view (garden, Beach or just a busy street with fascinating people to watch), and let the beautiful words from century's ago that still have such relevance today wash over you and remember that Christ is not dead nor is he asleep he is alive and living through us to bring peace on earth and goodwill to all :) 

I hope you enjoy it.

Here's the poem.
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till, ringing, singing on its way
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime,
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The Carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
'There is no peace on earth,' I said;
'For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!'

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
'God is not dead; nor doth he sleep!
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men!'