Contrary to the dark fiction we've come to expect from H.P. Lovecraft (we feature a lot of his stories at Halloween), here is an exceedingly bright poem to bring in the holiday season.

The cottage hearth beams warm and bright,
The candles gaily glow;
The stars emit a kinder light
Above the drifted snow.

Down from the sky a magic steals
To glad the passing year,
And belfries sing with joyous peals,
For Christmastide is here!

This poem is included in our collection of Christmas Stories and 100 Great Poems.


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Return to the H. P. Lovecraft library , or . . . Read the next poem; Hallowe’en in a Suburb

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