Christmas 1940: My Father’s Poem
Posted by Richard Conniff on December 22, 2015
I found this poem by my father among his papers, after his death. He had a seriously bad family life then, as a 20-year-old, and everybody also knew this might be the last peacetime Christmas before the U.S. entered World War II. Read it, be thankful for what peace we have, and have a Merry Christmas:
The beeswax lit and the holly hung,
And three kings on their knees;
The ancient hymns and the carols sung,
And snow in the branchy trees.
A whistling wind on the frozen ponds,
The moon on the mantled loam;
The canes on the scented balsam’s fronds:
The wise man turns him home.
–James C.G. Conniff, 12/18/40