At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's newfangled mirth;
But life of each thing that in season grows.
William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost
The means to gain happiness
is to throw out from oneself,
like a spider,
in all directions
an adhesive web of love,
and to catch in it
all that comes.
Leo Tolstoy
Wow, that's a very nice selections of poems. I love reading poetry and browsing and reading some of the best short Christmas poems has become part of my Christmas hobby. This is a real treat. Thank you!
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