I’ve decided to start my own Christmas Eve tradition here on the blog, and it involves my very favorite Christmas Eve poem.
I know a lot of people will be reciting ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas tonight, but a few years ago I found myself enchanted by some lesser-known holiday verses that warm my heart each and every year.
For the handful of readers that were with me last year at this time, you already know about “Christmas Eve” by Bill Watterson, creator of the Calvin & Hobbes comic strip.
This year I’ve managed to find a scan of the original page with the drawing to go with it:
Gah! I just love it!
If you can’t read that, here’s the text:
On window panes, the icy frost
Leaves feathered patterns, crissed & crossed,
But in our house the Christmas tree
Is decorated festively
With tiny dots of colored light
That cozy up this winter night.
Christmas songs, familiar, slow,
Play softly on the radio.
Pops and hisses from the fire
Whistle with the bells and choir.
My tiger is now fast asleep
On his back and dreaming deep.
When the fire makes him hot,
He turns to warm whatever’s not.
Propped against him on the rug,
I give my friend a gentle hug.
Tomorrow’s what I’m waiting for,
But I can wait a little more.
I hope you’re snuggled up and warm this Christmas Eve too!
Do you have something you read every year at this time?
[tags] calvin & hobbes, christmas eve, poems[/tags]