Christmas in the Heart

Elizabeth Stuart Phelps

In the pure soul, although it sing or pray,
The Christ is born anew from day to day;
the life that knoweth Him shall bide apart
And keep eternal Christmas in the heart.

Author unknown

It is Christmas in the mansion,
Yule-log fires and silken frocks;
It is Christmas in the cottage,
Mothers filling little socks.

It is Christmas on the highway,
In the thronging, busy mart;
But the dearest truest Christmas
Is the Christmas in the heart.