For this welcome holiday. Speed the reindeer o'er the snow. Now the loaded sleigh Skirts the shores of Hudson's Bay. Onward, till the stunted tree Gains a loftier majesty, And the curling smoke-wreaths rise Under less inclement sides. Lies a city wrapt in sleep.
Sleepy watchmen pace their beat.
With a leap he leaves the ground, Scales the chimney at a bound. No sad eyes should greet the morn When the infant Christ was born.