Mr. Willowby's Christmas Tree by Robert Barry.
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
"Whose woods these are, I think I know. His house is in the village, though;" Everyone knows this poem. I think I know it by heart now, but it never ceases to delight me. Its rhythm is like a lullaby.
My favorite line:
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind
And downy flake.
This particular edition (c. 1978) brings to life a Santa-like character as the speaker. The illustrations are by Susan Jeffers, and done in pencil with great delicacy.