  I like to watch the Christmas gifts, so gaily they go by, To win sweet words from sweeter lips, the love light to the eye. When, as the evening closes in, we gather round the tree. I like to watch the Christmas gifts, a father’s willing hands Are bearing swiftly homeward for he always understands Just what will give most pleasure to the hearts he longs to please, Although he may not bring them, either wealth, or power, or ease. I like to watch the Christmas gifts, they gladly troop along, The plain, the proud, the practical, a merry, motley throng. It matters not how much they cost in money, none may miss, Giving at least one person some share of Christmas bliss. |
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