Poems (Bell)/Christmas
For works with similar titles, see Christmas.
CHRISTMAS.
'Tis Christmas eve All nature sleeps'Neath Heaven's star-lit sky: Bright little headsIn 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 intentOn Santa bent Beneath his load of toys,Ah me! What lots of joys In store for youMy little girls and boys!
'Tis Christmas day! They gather nowBeneath the Christmas tree, With anxious browAll eager now Their presents for to see.With joyous sound They cluster round,Their voices loud and gay, And wait impatiently to hearWhat Santa has to say.
Dear children! May your youthful lifeBe always free From care and strife.May Christmas joys Be always thine,No darkening clouds, But all sunshine.