The wonder of season's giddiness,
Alike to old and young,
Is the hypnosis of festiveness
In very essence wrung.
Mystic little workshop elves,
And dancing fairy queens,
And toys that gaily line the shelves
Fill all the solvent dreams.
Trees are in decoration dressed.
Bright fires are burning cozily.
Children are poking unrepressed
Through coveted presents nosily,
That had in greedy askance
In hopes they could not hide,
For Christmas morning's vigilance,
Each one desired espied.
How deep, how deep the love must go,
To search the lasting heart,
That looks beyond the tinsel glow
In somber faith to impart
The sound, as once, of Angels' song,
That filled the glowing sky,
Telling of that, these eons long,
Which brought these blessings nigh.