From The Short Story A Christmas Dream And How It Came True

From our happy

Through the world we

One week in all the year,

Making winter

With the joy we

For Christmas-tide is here.

Now the eastern

Shines from

To light the poorest home;

Hearts warmer grow,

Gifts freely flow,

For Christmas-tide has come.

Now gay trees

Before young eyes,

Abloom with tempting cheer;

Blithe voices sing,

And blithe bells ring,

For Christmas-tide is here.

Oh, happy chime,

Oh, blessed time,

That draws us all so near!"Welcome, dear day,"All creatures say,

For Christmas-tide is here.