Oh Holy Night
And to add an extra spin to a spinny mcspin, my favourite Christmas verse is The Fire at Ross's Farm by Lawson.
As a volunteer firefighter who has experienced a few interesting Christmases, this one has it all, love, grudge, salvation! The final stanzas give me chills:
Then came a cruel gust of wind
And with a fiendish rush
The flames leapt over the narrow path
And lit the fence of brush
"The crop must burn!" the farmer cried
"We cannot save it now"
And down upon the blackened ground
He dashed the ragged bough
But wildly, in a rush of hope
His heart began to beat
For over the crackling fire he heard
The sound of horse's feet
"Here's help at last," young Robert cried
And even as he spoke
The squatter with a dozen men
Came racing through the smoke
Down on the ground the stockmen jumped
And bared each brawny arm
They tore green branches from the trees
And fought for Ross's farm
And when before the gallant band
The beaten flames gave way
Two grimy hands in friendship joined -
And it was Christmas Day.
Edited by Mamabug, 20 November 2012 - 11:26 AM.