We wait for Christmas cheer! The day is but
Foretaste of joy divine—like grape delight!
The fruit of gods and us—we soon do sup!
The white of snow about; o’r world is bright!
To sup with grapes so sweet is nectar sure.
To look about at snow is further boon.
We live a life sublime, my Sweet’, no rue
The day at all—my Sweet’. A hug comes soon.
A meal divine we have, in snug house warm.
The cold of snow delights from room so fine.
To end the day in peace and joy—no mourn!
‘Tis gift of gods, I say, that yes are mine!
We live together charm’d, my Sweet’, indeed.
No fault we find with path upon we lead.