Old English Poetry that Ever Rings True

Unpacking CHRISTmas decorations with the big kids today, I ran across a poem that I really like. For those of you who didn't grow up on King James' English, take heart...this really is worth wading through to find the meat of what was meant. Enjoy!

The True Christmas
by Henry Vaughn

The brightness of this day we owe
Not unto music, masque, nor show,
Nor gallant furniture, nor plate;
But to the manger's mean estate.
His life while here, as well as birth,
Was but a check to pomp and mirth;
And all man's greatness you may see
Condemned by His humility.
Then leave your open house and noise,
To welcome Him with holy joys,
And the poor shepherd's watchfulness
whom light and hymn from heaven did bless.
What you abound with, cast abroad
To those that want, and ease your load.
Who empties thus, will bring more in;
But riot is both loss and sin.
Dress finely what comes not is sight,
And then you keep your Christmas right.