Christmas Poem: Christmas in the Heart By Paul Laurence Dunbar

Christmas in the Heart

By Paul Laurence Dunbar, 1872 – 1906


The snow lies deep upon the ground,

And winter’s brightness all around

Decks bravely out the forest sere,

With jewels of the brave old year.

The coasting crowd upon the hill

With some new spirit seems to thrill;

And all the temple bells achime.

Ring out the glee of Christmas time.


In happy homes the brown oak-bough

Vies with the red-gemmed holly now;

And here and there, like pearls, there show

The berries of the mistletoe.

A sprig upon the chandelier

Says to the maidens, “Come not here!”

Even the pauper of the earth

Some kindly gift has cheered to mirth!


inner christmas pexels-photo-1596578Within his chamber, dim and cold,

There sits a grasping miser old.

He has no thought save one of gain,—

To grind and gather and grasp and drain.

A peal of bells, a merry shout

Assail his ear: he gazes out

Upon a world to him all gray,

And snarls, “Why, this is Christmas Day!”


No, man of ice,—for shame, for shame!

For “Christmas Day” is no mere name.

No, not for you this ringing cheer,

This festal season of the year.

And not for you the chime of bells

From holy temple rolls and swells.

In day and deed he has no part—

Who holds not Christmas in his heart!


Paul Laurence Dunbar, born in 1872 and the author of numerous collections of poetry and prose, was one of the first African American poets to gain national recognition.


Merry Christmas Everyone!

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