Christmas was in the air and all was well With him, but for a few confusing flaws In divers of God's images. Because A friend of his would neither buy nor sell, Was he to answer for the axe that fell? He pondered; and the reason for it was, Partly, a slowly freezing Santa Claus Upon the corner, with his beard and bell. Acknowledging an improvident surprise, He magnified a fancy that he wished The friend whom he had wrecked were here again. Not sure of that, he found a compromise; And from the fulness of his heart he fished A dime for Jesus who had died for men.
This poem is in the public domain.
Edwin Arlington Robinson
Edwin Arlington Robinson was born on December 22, 1869, in Head Tide,
Date Published: 1925-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/karma