Alfred Lord Tennyson – the original Christmas Grinch…..

 

Despite his status as one of England`s best loved poets, it appears that Alfred Lord Tennyson was in fact a festive grump.

This is from his “In Memoriam A.H.H.” written in 1849

With trembling fingers did we weave
The holly round the Chrismas hearth;
A rainy cloud possess’d the earth,
And sadly fell our Christmas-eve.

At our old pastimes in the hall
We gambol’d, making vain pretence
Of gladness, with an awful sense
Of one mute Shadow watching all.

We paused: the winds were in the beech:
We heard them sweep the winter land;
And in a circle hand-in-hand
Sat silent, looking each at each.

So whatever awaits you this Christmas – the tree falling down, the outbreak of food poisoning,, the unwanted presents, the drunken uncle and seemingly never ending turkey sandwiches -just remember it could be worse. You could have that bearded grouch Tennyson with you.

Merry Christmas to one and all !

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