Happy Christmas Poem

When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow,We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago,And etched on vacant placesAre half-forgotten facesOf friends we used to cherish, and loves we used to know.Christmas Fancies, Poems of PowerBefore the ice is in the pools,Before the skaters go,Or any cheek at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow,Before the fields have finished,Before the