On Christmas Eve
Do you by chance tonight recall
Another Christmas Eve?
And does a picture on the wall
Fond memories retrieve?
And can your mind this scene conjure?
An angel by your bed —
A vision lovely, kind and pure,
Who took your hand, and said
“Come son, and see your Christmas tree,
Your books, and games and toys.
I’m sure that then you will agree
Old Santa loves good boys.”
And did you climb upon her knee?
And did she hold you tight?
Oh! don’t you wish that you could see
That saintly fact tonight?
— J. Harold White
Hamilton Daily News Journal (Hamilton, Ohio) Dec 24, 1936
CHRISTMAS EVE SONG
By NEIL MCADONALD
[Copyright, 1901, by Neil Macdonald.]
Grace stood beneath the mistletoe,
A wreath of holly round her head,
And in a voice soft, tender, low,
Led me to hope when hope had fled.
In her brown eyes, so loving, true,
I read the record of my fate.
‘Twas then, entranced, that first I knew
A joy that nothing could abate.
Sylphlike and beautiful as morn,
In sylvan dell by babbling brook,
As fair a maid as e’er was born,
The treasure of her lips I took.
Oh, holly red and mistletoe,
Oh, chimes that speak of love and bliss,
Can aught on earth I e’er shall know
Surpass the rapture of that kiss?
Now in a reminiscent mood
I sadly dream of days gone by;
Of hopes that cheered when Grace I wooed
And saw the lovelight in her eye.
But seasons come and seasons go,
The chimes will ring again tomorrow,
And many hearts with joy will glow,
Though some will hear the bells with sorrow.
The Newark Advocate (Newark, Ohio) Dec 21, 1901
Hamilton Daily News Journal (Hamilton, Ohio) Dec 24, 1935