White flakes falling in the silence of the house at night

And the festive lights flickering in the fire’s gracious sight;

A tree in living room bedecked like a royal crown

Shining tinsel in ruby red, with gold it glistens round

the structure of the evergreen, structure ever sound.

The room is ready, ready laid, the hearth is roaring fair,

And merry laughs of Christmasing are joyous, without care.

A sound sounds forth in sparkling song

Of triumph, hark the king who rights all wrongs;

A song that heralds, here comes the first of all the guests,

A song that harks, harks an uncle, him whose loved the best.