God wrote His loveliest poem on the day He made the first silver poplar tree, And set it high upon a pale-gold hill For all the new enchanted earth to see.

Home may be near, Home may be far - But it is anywhere love And a few plain household treasures are.

Let us keep Christmas still a shining thing.

The day will bring some lovely thing.

Let me come in when you are weeping, friend, and let me take your hand. I, who have known a sorrow such as yours, can understand.

Whatever else be lost among the years, Let us keep Christmas still a shining thing: Whatever doubts assail us, or what fears, Let us hold close one day, remembering Its poignant meaning for the hearts of men. Let us get back our childlike faith again.

God wrote His loveliest poem on the day He made the first silver poplar tree, And set it high upon a pale-gold hill For all the new enchanted earth to see.