While Christmas bells are chiming, oh, may there come to you
A dear little fairy, who’s always good and true;
The little happy fairy, who drives away dull care,
And makes all things upon the earth seem ever bright and fair.

She’ll whisper to good Santa to bring what you most wish;
So if you have been longing for a fine pudding dish,
She will not, as in by-gone years, forget and bring to you
Something that you do not want, though beautiful and new.

By: Winifred Sackville Stoner Jr.