"The Music Box"

At six - long ere the wintry dawn - 
There sounded through the silent hall 
To where I lay, with blankets drawn 
Above my ears, a plaintive call.

The Urchin, in the eagerness 
Of three years old, could not refrain; 
Awake, he straightway yearned to dress 
And frolic with his clockwork train.

I heard him with a sullen shock. 
His sister, by her usual plan, 
Had piped us aft at 3 o'clock -
I vowed to quench the little man.

I leaned above him, somewhat stern, 
And spoke, I fear, with emphasis -
Ah, how much better, parents learn, 
To seal one's censure with a kiss!

Again the house was dark and still, 
Again I lay in slumber's snare, 
When down the hall I heard a trill, 
A tiny, tinkling, tuneful air -

His music-box!  His best-loved toy, 
His crib companion every night; 
And now he turned to it for joy 
While waiting for the lagging light.

How clear, and how absurdly sad 
Those tingling pricks of sound unrolled; 
They chirped and quavered, as the lad 
His lonely little heart consoled.

Columbia, the Ocean's Gem - 
(Its only tune) shrilled sweet and faint. 
He cranked the chimes, admiring them, 
In vigil gay, without complaint.

The treble music piped and stirred, 
The leaping air that was his bliss; 
And, as I most contritely heard, 
I thanked the all-unconscious Swiss!

The needled jets of melody 
Rang slowlier and died away -
The Urchin slept; and it was I 
Who lay and waited for the day.

Written by Christopher Morley (1890 - 1957)


Mum, my sister, my niece and I had our first Christmas meal of the season at lunchtime today.  It was good to taste Christmas pud once again, with a delicious custard poured all over it.

Having clubbed together with Mum to buy this merry-go-round musical box a few weeks ago, which plays "Silent Night", I couldn't resist getting a sweet little music box of my own from one of the local shops in Tiptree.  It plays a very pretty and gentle version of "Feliz Navidad", which reminds me of festive winter holidays at our villa in Spain when I was growing up.