• You have to hold him up to see
    The angel on the Christmas tree.
    And even though he's still too small
    To know the meaning of it all
    You watch his eyes reflect the glow
    Of colored lights that come and go
    And feel him quiver with delight
    At every new and wondrous sight.
    There's Santa with his jolly face
    Beaming from the fireplace.
    And from the stocking hanging there
    Peeks a cuddly teddy bear.
    Bright ornaments and candy canes --
    Musical toy and wooden trains --
    There's just no end to the delights
    Spread out for him this night of nights!
    He points and grins from ear to ear
    And then he yawns - his bedtime's near!
    Dad gives him a kiss and you tuck him away
    To rest up for the fun of his first Christmas Day!