Being Dad On Christmas Eve Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFGHH IIJJKKLLMMNNHH OOPPQQRRAAMMHH| They've hung their stockings up with care | A |
| And I am in my old arm chair | A |
| And mother's busy dragging out | B |
| The parcels hidden all about | B |
| Within a corner gaunt to see | C |
| There stands a barren Christmas tree | C |
| But soon upon its branches green | D |
| A burst of splendor will be seen | D |
| And when the busy tongues grow still | E |
| That now are wagging with a will | E |
| Above me as I sit and rest | F |
| I shall be at my happiest | G |
| The greatest joy man can receive | H |
| Is being Dad on Christmas eve | H |
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| Soon I shall toil with tinsel bright | I |
| Place here and there a colored light | I |
| And wheresoe'er my fingers lie | J |
| To morrow shall a youngster spy | J |
| Some wonder gift or magic toy | K |
| To fill his little soul with joy | K |
| The stockings on the mantle piece | L |
| I'll bulge with sweets till every crease | L |
| That marks them now is stretched away | M |
| There will be horns and drums to play | M |
| And dolls to love For it's my task | N |
| To get for them the joys they ask | N |
| What greater charm can fortune weave | H |
| Than being Dad on Christmas eve | H |
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| With all their pomp great monarchs miss | O |
| The happiness of scenes like this | O |
| Rich halls to night are still and sad | P |
| Because no little girl or lad | P |
| Shall wake upon the morn to find | Q |
| The joys that love has left behind | Q |
| Oh I have had my share of woe | R |
| Known what it is to bear a blow | R |
| Shed sorrow's tears and stood to care | A |
| When life seemed desolate and bare | A |
| Yet here to night I smile and say | M |
| Worth while was all that came my way | M |
| For this one joy all else I'd leave | H |
| To be their Dad on Christmas eve | H |
Edgar Albert Guest
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