Christmas Eve

On Christmas Eve the little stars

Sparkle and glisten with delight,

Like strings of glitt'ring diamonds,

Across the darkness of the night.

On Christmas Eve the little stars

Dance in their places in the sky;

Ah! I would go and trip with them

If I could only climb as high.

On Christmas Eve the little stars

Sing merry carols all night long;

But O! I am so far away

I cannot even hear their song.

On Christmas Eve the little stars

Sparkle and dance, and sing till dawn;

And I am singing too, because

To-morrow will be Christmas Morn.

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