Poems (Bell)/Christmas

by Clara L. Bell

For works with similar titles, see Christmas.

CHRISTMAS.

'Tis Christmas eve
 All nature sleeps
'Neath Heaven's star-lit sky:
 Bright little heads
In downy beds,
 To sleep, now vainly try:
Visions of day
 Drive sleep away,
No thought of sorrow.
 On the morrow;
Their little hearts will try,
 With thoughts intent
On Santa bent
 Beneath his load of toys,
Ah me! What lots of joys
 In store for you
My little girls and boys!

'Tis Christmas day!
 They gather now
Beneath the Christmas tree,
 With anxious brow
All eager now
 Their presents for to see.
With joyous sound
 They cluster round,
Their voices loud and gay,
 And wait impatiently to hear
What Santa has to say.

Dear children!
 May your youthful life
Be always free
 From care and strife.
May Christmas joys
 Be always thine,
No darkening clouds,
 But all sunshine.