Part must be kept wherewith to teend
  The Christmas log next year,
And where 'tis safely kept, the fiend
  Can do no mischief there.

Oh! holly branch and mistletoe.
  And Christmas chimes where'er we go.
And stockings pinned up in a row!
  These are thy gifts, December!

And if the year has made thee old,
  And silvered all thy locks of gold,
Thy heart has never been a-cold
  Or known a fading ember.

The whole world is a Christmas tree,
  And stars its many candles be.
Oh! sing a carol joyfully
  The year's great feast in keeping!