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'TIS the time when holly berries / Grow red as the Yule-log's glow, / And hearth and hall are decked by all / With the green of the mistletoe.
Time when the joy of giving / Is felt at each fireside, / And wings seek rest in the old home nest, / For the time is Christmas-tide.
Though only a carol singer / With nothing of gold in store, / And little to bring as an offering, / I stand outside your door.
Open! This blessed morning / Peace be to thee and thine! / Here to you all I gaily call / A greeting from me and mine.
Haply it may awaken / Some joy that so long ago, / On the frosty dawn of a Christmas gone, / You found in your stocking toe.
Though but an old, old carol, / It bears love's myrrh and gold, / And the frankincense of a joy intense / That the angel hosts foretold.