The Sparkle of Christmas
by Rose Standish Kellogg
The very name ofChristmas
has sparkle in it's sound.
It has the shine of tinsel,
of crisp and frosty ground.
It prickles with a fragrance
of spicy northern pine,
whose fresh and pungent perfume
is part of Christmas time
It rustles with happy secrets,
with gifts and mistletoe.
It tinkles with the silver
of bells across the snow.
It smells of goose and turkey,
of walnuts, cakes, plum jam,
of mincemeat from the storeroom,
of ruby jell and and ham.
It spells a brighter brilliance
of stars in heaven's blue,
as if angels, keeping Yuletide,
are lighting their trees too.
It has the shine of tinsel,
Of crisp and frosty ground,
The very name of Christmas
has sparkle in it's sound.