Oh! holly branch and mistletoe,
And Christmas chimes where’er we go,
And stockings pinned up in a row!
These are thy gifts, December!
II
And if the year has made thee old,
And silvered all thy locks of gold,
Thy heart has never been a-cold
Or known a fading ember.
III
The whole world is a Christmas tree,
And stars its many candles be.
Oh! sing a carol joyfully,
The year’s great feast in keeping!
IV
For once, on a December night,
An angel held a candle bright,
And led three wise men by its light
To where a child was sleeping.
