Picture a Home with love aglow and laughter

Reverberating from each joist and rafter;

A sweet-faced Mother kissing you "Good Night"!

With "Go to sleep! lest Santa Claus take fright

And dashes by—leaving no books or toys

For naughty, wide-eyed, little girls and boys."

Then see her tip-toe down the stairs, and trim

The tree—a toy on ev'ry outstretched limb;

The rocking-horse and wagon at the base,

And candy-stockings in the big fireplace:

For thus we retrospect to show, no other

Would scheme and work and "fabricate" like Mother

To make our Christmas Day a grand fruition,

And keep the secret of its sweet tradition.