Where the tall old beech-tree grew and stood.
And the snowbirds hopped on its boughs awry
As our brand-new sled went whizzing by;
And down to the foot of the hill we'd go,
Over the crystal Christmas snow.
Oh, could life's downward journey be
As free from care for you and me;
Our hearts be filled with the same glad rays
Of those olden, golden Christmas days!
When life was so sunny, bright, and new,