Keats or Shelley?

Yesterday in the mail I received a Christmas card from the Northwoods (Butternut, Wisconsin, to be exact) which contained this beautiful piece of poesy (that really is a word, I swear):

On this crisp white winter morn,
The special time that Christ was born,
We relax and reflect on the season past,
remembering our visitors down to the last.

While counting our blessings,
We picture your face.
And hope that real soon,
You'll be back at our place.

So until then --
We hope you will hold dear,
Our best wishes and prayers,
for the old and new year!!