Old #Winter kissed the #Blushing #Maid,
To #Old & #Young, he held his hand;
“Who loves me in this guise, he said,
Need #Fear no winter in the #Land;
On them, I'll ask my #Daughter #Spring
Her choicest #Blooms & balms to pour,
The #Summer on their #Path shall #Sing,
& #Autumn #Bless them w/ its store.
So be ye #Happy on the #Earth,
Whatever your #Name or station be,
#Mingle w/ your #Christmas #Mirth
& bounteous Christmas #Charity."
- Charles Mackay, #Scottish #Poet, #Happy Winter, Verse Three