When I see the mistletoe,

Snow softly floating down,

Glowing Yuletide logs,

And holly all around;

Then I know that Christmas is but just a winter’s breath away,

Where eyes are bright and hearts are light,

From cares that,

Fade away;

Oh it’s so true,

What you always knew,

That there’s myst’ry to,

What Christmas can do;

Giving all its peace to those

Who think about that birth,

Where heaven brings its joy to earth.