At ChristmasA man is at his finest towards the finish of the year; He is almost what he should be when the Christmas season's here; Then he's thinking more of others than he's thought the months before, And the laughter of his children is a joy worth toiling for. He is less a selfish creature than at any other time; When the Christmas spirit rules him he comes close to the sublime.
Edgar GuestAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: american
- Born: August 20, 1881
- Died: August 5, 1959