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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Speakin` O` ChristmasPaul Laurence Dunbar - Speakin` O` Christmas
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BREEZES blowin` middlin` brisk, Snow-flakes thro` the air a-whisk, Fallin` kind o` soft an` light, Not enough to make things white, But jest sorter siftin` down So`s to cover up the brown Of the dark world`s rugged ways `N` make things look like holidays. Not smoothed over, but jest specked, Sorter strainin` fur effect, An` not quite a-gittin` through What it started in to do. Mercy sakes! it does seem queer Christmas day is `most nigh here. Somehow it don`t seem to me Christmas like it used to be,— Christmas with its ice an` snow, Christmas of the long ago. You could feel its stir an` hum Weeks an` weeks before it come; Somethin` in the atmosphere Told you when the day was near, Didn`t need no almanacs; That was one o` Nature`s fac`s. Every cottage decked out gay Cedar wreaths an` holly spray An` the stores, how they were drest, Tinsel tell you couldn`t rest; Every winder fixed up pat, Candy canes, an` things like that; Noah`s arks, an` guns, an` dolls, An` all kinds o` fol-de-rols. Then with frosty bells a-chime, Slidin` down the hills o` time, Right amidst the fun an` din Christmas come a-bustlin` in, Raised his cheery voice to call Out a welcome to us all. Hale and hearty, strong an` bluff, That was Christmas, sure enough. Snow knee-deep an` coastin` fine, Frozen mill-ponds all ashine, Seemin` jest to lay in wait, Beggin` you to come an` skate. An` you`d git your gal an` go Stumpin` cheerily thro` the snow, Feelin` pleased an` skeert an` warm `Cause she had a-holt yore arm. Why, when Christmas come in, we Spent the whole glad day in glee, Havin` fun an` feastin` high An` some courtin` on the sly. Bustin` in some neighbor`s door An` then suddenly, before He could give his voice a lift, Yellin` at him, "Christmas gift." Now sich things are never heard, "Merry Christmas" is the word. But it`s only change o` name, An` means givin` jest the same. There`s too many new-styled ways Now about the holidays. I`d jest like once more to see Christmas like it used to be!
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