There's nothing like Christmas And woods deep in snow To make us remember The dear long ago. But deep in us all Lives a bit of the child. The same breathless wonder Floods over us when The grey skies lose snowflakes That dance in the wind.
Smoke curling from chimneys, A white windowpane, And dear thoughts return And old joys remain.
The tinkle of sleighbells Across a still night, A warm, shadowed hearth Whose embers burn bright. A colorful afghan Thrown over a chair, Green holly entwined Down the length of a stair. Remembers so well. The dear long ago.