Her little eyes grow wide with wonder. See,
The tiny shoes stand empty Christmas morn,
And seem to say: “Has Christmas passed us by?”
(A pause.)
He took his mantle with him, he was going
To Notre Dame for midnight Mass. How tenderly
He kissed me, when he told me, “Good night, dear!”
I thought he would be hungry, so I put
A goodly supper on the table, while the fire
Glowed bright, and through the windows I could see