Red Ribboned Pies

by Sukruti Anah



Come, guard this night the Christmas pie,
That the thief, though ne’er so sly,
With his flesh-hooks don’t come nigh
To catch it.

From him who all alone sits there,
Having his eyes still in his ear,
And a deal of nightly fear,
To watch it.

William Henry Husk

Songs of Nativity, 1868