From our happy home <br />Through the world we roam <br />One week in all the year, <br />Making winter spring <br />With the joy we bring, <br />For Christmas-tide is here. <br /> <br />Now the eastern star <br />Shines from afar <br />To light the poorest home; <br />Hearts warmer grow, <br />Gifts freely flow, <br />For Christmas-tide has come. <br /> <br />Now gay trees rise <br />Before young eyes, <br />Abloom with tempting cheer; <br />Blithe voices sing, <br />And blithe bells ring, <br />For Christmas-tide is here. <br /> <br />Oh, happy chime, <br />Oh, blessed time, <br />That draws us all so near! <br />'Welcome, dear day,' <br />All creatures say, <br />For Christmas-tide is here.<br /><br />Louisa May Alcott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-our-happy-home/
