From our happy home
Through the world we roam
One week in all the year,
Making winter spring
With the joy we bring
For Christ­mas-tide is here.

Now the eastern star
Shines from afar
To light the poorest home;
Hearts warmer grow,
Gifts freely flow,
For Christ­mas-tide has come.

Now gay trees rise
Before young eyes,
Abloom with tempting cheer;
Blithe voices sing,
And blithe bells ring,
For Christ­mas-tide is here.

Oh, happy chime,
Oh, blessed time,
That draws us all so near!
Welcome, dear day,
All creatures say,
For Christ­mas-tide is here.

Louisa May Alcott
A Christ­mas Dream, and How It Came True
Harper’s Young People
Volume IV, numbers 162 & 163
December 5 & 12, 1882