Lawrence Hall, HSG
On This Feast of
St. Stephen
If Good King Wenceslaus looked down today
He might well ask in irony if we
Have adequate food for these Twelve Days
With our leftover hams and yams and rolls
Coffee and tea, chocolates from Italy
Bread loaves so yeasty they incense the air
Potatoes and puddings and plates of cheese –
Our cry is, “I couldn’t eat another bite!”
So are the gifts we left on the Jesse Tree
For some poor man are all that they might be?
