Sunday, December 7, 2014

By Edgar Guest


A man is at his finest towards the finish of the year;
He is almost what he should be when the Christmas season's here.
Then he's thinking more of others than
he's thought the months before,
And the laughter of his children is a joy
worth toiling for.
He is less a selfish creature than at any
other time;
When the Christmas spirit rules him, he
comes close to the sublime.
Edgar Guest

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