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The heART of Ritual


Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'Old Christmas', by Mary Howitt

Now he who knows old Christmas, He knows a carle of worth; For he is as good a fellow As any upon earth. He comes warm cloaked and coated, And buttoned up to the chin; And soon as he comes a-nigh the door We open and let him in. And with sprigs of holly and ivy We make the house look gay, Just out of an old regard for him, For it was his ancient way. He must be a rich old fellow, What money he gives away! There is not a lord in England Could equal him any day. Good luck unto old Christmas, And long life, let us sing, For he doth more good unto the poor Than many a crowned king.

'Old Christmas', by Mary Howitt


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