Poet: M. N. Meigs
There's a wonderful tree, a wonderful tree,
The happy children rejoice to see,
Spreading its branches year by year,
It comes from the forest to flourish here;
O ! this wonderful tree, with its branches wide,
Is always blooming at Christmas-tide.
'Tis not alone in the summer's sheen
Its boughs are broad, and its leaves are green;
It blooms for us when the wild winds blow,
And earth is white with feathery snow;
And this wonderful tree, with its branches wide,
Bears many a gift for the Christmas-tide.
'Tis all alight with its tapers' glow,
That flash on the shining eyes below.
And the strange sweet fruit on each laden bough
Is all to be plucked by the gatherers now.
Oh I this wonderful tree, with its branches wide,
We hail it with joy at the Christmas-tide.
And a voice is telling, its boughs among.
Of the shepherds' watch and angels' song;
Of a holy babe in a manger low,
The beautiful story of long ago,
Wben a radiant star threw its beams so wide,
To herald the earliest Christmas-tide.
Then spread thy branches, wonderful tree.
And bring some dainty gift to me,
And fill my heart with a burning love
To Him who came from His home above
From His beautiful home with the glorified.
To give us the joys of the Christmas-tide.
Poet: Lucy P. Scott
Do you know now, are you sure it is true,
That the Happiest Day you ever knew,
No matter what any one ever may say,
Is just Christmas Day, darling Christmas Day.
It's a beautiful Birthday too, you know,
For once there was bom, a long time ago,
A wee little baby, on that same day.
And you can read how He liked to say
That He loved little children just like you.
And told them He'd help them to be good, too.
How not to be naughty, nor have any fear,
So that is why too, of all the long year.
The Happiest, Nicest, Dear, Darlingest Day,
Is Christmas Day, is Christmas Day!
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Poet: Unknown
Hang up the baby�s stocking;
Be sure that you don�t forget
The dear little dimpled darling
He never saw Christmas yet.
But I told him all about it,
And he opened his big blue eyes,
And I�m sure he understood me,
He looked so funny and wise.
Dear, dear, what a tiny stocking!
It doesn�t take much to hold
Such little pink toes as baby�s
Away from the frost and cold.
But then, for the baby�s Christmas,
It never will do at all:
Why, Santa Claus won�t be looking
For anything half so small.
I know what we�ll do for the baby
I have thought of the very best plan
We will borrow a stocking of grandma,
The longest that ever we can,
And you will hang it by mine, dear mother,
Bight here in the corner - so -
And write a letter to Santa,
And fasten it on the toe.
Write, "This is the baby�s stocking,
That hangs in the corner here;
You never have seen him, Santa,
For he only came this year;
But he is just the blessedest baby!
And now, before you go,
Just cram his stocking with goodies
From the top clear down to the toe."
Poet: Emilie Poulsson
Everything�s ready. I�ve hung up my stocking,-
There it hangs, empty and out in plain sight.
Mother has cuddled me, singing and rocking,
Told me a story and kissed me good-night.
Oh, but the story she told me was shocking!
Santa Claus didn�t go anywhere near
Jimmy�s - nor put the least thing in his stocking
�Cause Jimmy stayed awake watching. O dear!
Everything�s ready, for there hangs my stocking;-
Only I know that I never can sleep!
Wide-awake thoughts will come, flocking and flocking.
Sandman, why do you away from me keep?
Hark! . . . No, that�s only the old clock tick-tocking;
Reindeer would never make that kind of noise
Oh! I can't sleep! . . . There�s a chair by my stocking
Just in case Santa should bring some big toys.
There! . . . Oh, that�s Father, the doors he is locking;
That won�t keep Santa Claus out though, I know.
Down through the chimney he�ll come to my stocking,
Softly and softly, the way fairies go.
Softly and softly, (it�s ready, my stocking),
Softly and softly he�ll creep and he�ll creep�
What�s all that running and calling and knocking?
Oh-h-h! See my stocking! I did go to sleep!
Poet: Julie Hebert
Sleighbells ring, I know you�re listening.
At least trying, not to fall asleep!
But everyone knows, Santa doesn�t come,
To children who aren�t dreaming in their sleep.
So close your eyes, and cover your ears.
Think happy thoughts, or something you adore.
The faster you sleep, morning will come,
And it will Christmas morning once more.
When you wake up, Santa would have left.
But don�t worry, you did not miss out.
He would have left you lots of fun presents.
Because Santa always goes all out!
So quickly sleep, even though you are excited.
Find a way, it will be worth it.
Santa will come, I promise you that,
Santa is no unintelligent misfit.
Christmas Sayings
Poet: Emilie Poulsson
Who'll sing a song of Winter,
The snowy blowy Winter?
Oh we will sing who love the sight
Of earth bedecked with sparkling white.
We�ll sing a song of Winter,
White Winter.
Who�ll sing a song of Winter,
The cold and stormy Winter?
Oh we who laugh at cold and storm
By jolly winter sports kept warm
We�ll sing a song of Winter,
Cold Winter.
Sing all, sing all of Winter,
The joyous, welcome Winter!
For Winter rings the Christmas Chimes,
Brings holidays and merry times
Sing all, sing all for Winter,
Gay Winter!
