Sunday, December 25, 2016

Christmas At Sea

The frost was on the village roofs as white as ocean foam;

The good red fires were burning bright in every 'long-shore home;
The windows sparkled clear, and the chimneys volleyed out;
And I vow we sniffed the victuals as the vessel went about..



 
The bells upon the church were rung with a mighty jovial cheer;
For it's just that I should tell you how (of all days in the year)
This day of our adversity was bless├Ęd Christmas morn,


And the house above the coastguard's was the house where I was born.

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