My Counterpane Is Soft As Silk,
My Blankets White As Creamy Milk.
The Hay Was Soft 2 Him, I Know,
Our Little Lord Of Long Ago.
Above The Roof The Pigeons Fly
In Silver Wheels Across The Sky.
The Stable Doves They Cooed 2 Them,
Mary & Christ In Bethlehem.
Bright Shines The Sun Across The Drifts,
& Bright Upon My Christmas Gifts.
They Brought Him Incense, Myrrh, & Gold,
Our Little Lord Who Lived Of Old.
O, Soft & Clear Our Mother Sings
Of Christmas Joys & Christmas Things.
God's Holy Angels Sang 2 Them,
Mary & Christ In Bethlehem.
Our Hearts They Hold All Christmas Dear,
& Earth Seems Sweet & Heaven Seems Near.
O, Heaven Was In His Sight, I Know,
That Little Child Of Long Ago...!!!