On Christmas Eve
by Stella Mead
From the book The Land of Never-Grow-Old, 1935
When the night goes gray and the stars are gold,
When the bells for Christmas ring.
When the children close by the Yuletide log
Their Christmas carols sing;
In is sleigh he jumps, to the deer he calls,
Away to earth he flies,
Through the crystal stars of the Milky Way
And down the silver skies.
When the bells for Christmas ring.
When the children close by the Yuletide log
Their Christmas carols sing;
In is sleigh he jumps, to the deer he calls,
Away to earth he flies,
Through the crystal stars of the Milky Way
And down the silver skies.
He is Santa Claus in a crimson gown,
with a beard so white and long;
We will sound his praise to the chimney-tops
In a rousing Christmas song.
with a beard so white and long;
We will sound his praise to the chimney-tops
In a rousing Christmas song.
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