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DECEMBER by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Riding&nbsp;upon&nbsp;the&nbsp;Goat,&nbsp;with&nbsp;snow-white&nbsp;hair, &nbsp;&nbsp;I&nbsp;come,&nbsp;the&nbsp;last&nbsp;of&nbsp;all.&nbsp;&nbsp;This&nbsp;crown&nbsp;of&nbsp;mine Is&nbsp;of&nbsp;the&nbsp;holly;&nbsp;in&nbsp;my&nbsp;hand&nbsp;I&nbsp;bear &nbsp;&nbsp;The&nbsp;thyrsus,&nbsp;tipped&nbsp;with&nbsp;fragrant&nbsp;cones&nbsp;of&nbsp;pine. I&nbsp;celebrate&nbsp;the&nbsp;birth&nbsp;of&nbsp;the&nbsp;Divine, &nbsp;&nbsp;And&nbsp;the&nbsp;return&nbsp;of&nbsp;the&nbsp;Saturnian&nbsp;reign;-- My&nbsp;songs&nbsp;are&nbsp;carols&nbsp;sung&nbsp;at&nbsp;every&nbsp;shrine. &nbsp;&nbsp;Proclaiming&nbsp;"Peace&nbsp;on&nbsp;earth,&nbsp;good&nbsp;will&nbsp;to&nbsp;men."&nbsp;

Episode 75: Advent

Each week Dr. J shares a poem from one of the nineteenth-century American Fireside Poets, reading it aloud and commenting on it to enhance the listener’s enjoyment of the poem.