“Oh, it's Christmas Eve, and moonlight, and the Christmas air is chill,
And the frosty Christmas holly shines and sparkles on the hill,
And the Christmas sleigh-bells jingle, and the Christmas laughter rings,
As the last stray shoppers hurry, taking home the Christmas things;
And up yonder in the attic there's a little trundle bed
Where Christmas dreams are dancing through a sleepy, curly head.”