The cottage hearth beams warm and bright,
The candles gaily glow;
The stars emit a kinder light
Above the drifted snow.
Down from the sky a magic steals
To glad the passing year,
And belfries sing with joyous peals,
For Christmastide is here!
Christmastide
Summary
"Christmastide" is a short Christmas poem by H. P. Lovecraft that captures the warm glow of a cottage hearth, flickering candles, and starlight shimmering over drifted snow. Far from Lovecraft's usual territory of dread and cosmic horror, the poem builds a mood of communal delight as church bells ring out and a mysterious magic descends from the sky to mark the passing year. In just eight lines, it conjures the hush and brightness of a winter night transformed by celebration.
