Earth and Sky
(They talk to each other on Christmas Eve)
Words: Eleanor Farjeon
Source: Anne Thaxter Eaton, ed., Welcome Christmas! A Garland Of Poems. New York: The Viking Press, 1955.
Earth: Oh Sky, you look so drear!
Sky: Oh Earth, you look so bare!
Earth: How chilly you appear!
Sky: Flow empty you lie there!
Sky: My winds blow icy cold.
Earth: My flowers have gone from me.
Sky: Yet I've one Star of gold.
Earth: And I have one green Tree.
I'll set my Star on high
Alone in its own light
For any Child to spy
Who wakes on Christmas Night.
I'll hang my Tree with toys,
Like fruit and flowers gay,
For little girls and boys
To pick on Christmas Day,
They say together:
Then let the soft snow fall,
And let the cold wind blow!
We have in spite of all
A pretty thing to show;
Yes, Christmas Eve and Morn
Well show our pretty thing
To every baby born
Of Beggar-man or King,
Earth: Oh Sky, you look so clear!
Sky: Oh Earth, you look so fair!
Earth: How bright your Star shines here.
Sky: How green your Tree grows there.
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