• In the rush of the merry morning
    When the red burns through the gray
    And the wintry world lies waiting
    For the glory of the day
    Then we hear a fitful rushing
    Just without, upon the stair
    See two white phantoms coming
    Catch the gleam of sunny hair

    Rosy feet upon the threshold
    Eager faces peeping through
    With the first red ray of sunshine
    Chanting cherubs come in view
    Mistletoe and gleaming holly
    Symbols of a blessed day
    In their chubby hands they carry
    Streaming all along the way

    Well we know them, never weary
    Of their innocent surprise
    Waiting, watching, listening always
    With full hearts and tender eyes
    While our little household angels
    White and golden in the Sun
    Greet us with the sweet old welcome
    "Merry Christmas, everyone!"