At Christmas

Last But Not Least

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  • Written by
    Edgar Guest

“A man is at his finest
    towards the finish of the year;
He is almost what he should be
    when the Christmas season is here;
Then he’s thinking more of others
    than he’s thought the months before,
And the laughter of his children
    is a joy worth toiling for.
He is less a selfish creature than
    at any other time;
When the Christmas spirit rules him
    he comes close to the sublime.

When it’s Christmas man is bigger    
     and is better in his part;
He is keener for the service
     that is prompted by the heart.
All the petty thoughts and narrow
     seem to vanish for a while
And the true reward he’s seeking
     is the glory of a smile.
Then for others he is toiling and
     somehow it seems to me
That at Christmas he is almost
     what God wanted him to be.

If I had to paint a picture of a man
     I think I’d wait
Till he’d fought his selfish battles
     and had put aside his hate.
I’d not catch him at his labors
     when his thoughts are all of pelf,
On the long days and the dreary
     when he’s striving for himself.
I’d not take him when he’s sneering,
     when he’s scornful or depressed,
But I’d look for him at Christmas
     when he’s shining at his best.

Man is ever in a struggle
     and he’s oft misunderstood;
There are days the worst that’s in him
     is the master of the good,
But at Christmas kindness rules him
     and he puts himself aside
And his petty hates are vanquished
     and his heart is opened wide.
Oh, I don’t know how to say it,
     but somehow it seems to me
That at Christmas man is almost
     what God sent him here to be.”

from Collected Verse of Edgar Guest
NY: Buccaneer Books, 1976

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