Last of all the holidays,
Comes the one to children dear.
How their little eyes will sparkle,
When the Christmas Day draws near.
Christmas trees and Christmas secrets,
Christmas bells across the snow,
Stories of the little Christ-child,
God’s best gift to us below—
Santa coming down the chimney,
Stockings hanging by the wall—
All the children think that Christmas
Is the nicest day of all.
Credits
Elizabeth F. Guptil was an American poet whose work frequently appeared in late 19th and early 20th century publications aimed at family and children's audiences. This poem reflects her warm, accessible style, weaving together both the religious and folkloric traditions of Christmas into a single, unified celebration.
