One Chistmas Eve,1938 Poem by John F. McCullagh

The snow was gently falling,

the gusts of wind the only sound.

The branches of the trees were white,

Snow drifted on the ground.



The couple walking through the snow

wore layers of warm clothes.

Their cheeks, half frozen from the cold,

the only skin exposed.



How good it felt to step inside

And close the wind away.

Soon the kettle made a cheery sound-

Hot chocolate on its way..



In the corner stood a Christmas tree

The best they could afford

Dressed with tinsel and with ornaments

to celebrate the Lord.



Theirs was not the largest house

Nor the newest on the block

They tried hard to live sensible

by staying out of hock.



Last Christmas had been difficult

Jobs had been hard to find.

The husband worked at two or three

Taking what he could part time.



This Christmas looked much better.

They were comfortable and warm

They listened on the radio

To a sweet Tenor’s Christmas song



In the distance they heard church bells chime

As Midnight mass was sung

And the babe, there in the manger,

was revealed to old and young.



Her husband held her in his arms

as she opened up his gift.

He thought she rather liked it

By her warm and loving kiss.