Danielle Macdonald's website with original, creative verses,
www.secretwriter.org
My Christmas Cards
By Miss Burnside, a Christmas Card poet. (early 1880s)
My Christmas cards,
Oh, while I look
My store of pictured
Treasures through,
As in the pages of a book
I read kind greetings,
Sweet and true
And faces rise upon
The waves
Of mem'ry, that o'er
Time's dim sea
The treasures of its
Nooks and caves
Are softly bringing
Back to me --
And some are gay
And some are sad --
Yet cannot bring me
Thoughts of pain,'
Tis only memories
Sweet and glad,
That Christmas cards
Bring back again,
For all are fraught with
Hope and love,
So may the card
I send to thee
In some hereafter
Christmas prove
A happy memory
Of me.
~ from The History of the Christmas Card. By George Buday, Republished by Omnigraphics, Detroit, 1992 from an 1954 edition.
The Ultimate Guide to the Perfect Word.
By Linda LaTourelle. (saw this book in Joann's today.)