There is magic in the jingle of the sleighbells, don’t you know,

That sets the blood a-tinglin’ till the cheeks are all a-glow;

An’ the cares that press upon one, in the merry winter weather,

At the jingle of the sleighbells dance off lighter than a feather,—

How the jingle,

An’ the ringle,

Raises lowest spirits high!

Hark! the tingle,

Jingle, tingle!

As the cutter dashes by!

When the moon is bright a-shinin’ an’ a-sparkle is the snow,

’Tis the plainest invitation just invitin’ one to go

For a rollic an’ a frolic ’hind a pair of prancin’ steeds,—

The very kind of tonic that a tired body needs,—

How the jingle,

An’ the ringle,

In the crisp an’ frosty air,

An’ the tingle,

Jingle, tingle,

Hypnotizes anxious care!

E’en the stars are all a-twinkle! Hear the merry coasters shout!

Happiness is everywhere a-lyin’ loose about!

Everybody is as joyful as a new-anointed king,—

Age an’ wrinkles hide their faces while the magic sleighbells ring,—

Hark! the jingle,

An’ the ringle,—

It just sets your soul a-rhyme

With the tingle,

Jingle, tingle,

Of the magic sleighbells’ chime!