Nay, neighbors, the Light-Child is with us;
He smiles from His twinkling star
Yonder, yea laughs in His light
And bids us make merry together
For joy of His shining.—Hoho!
Bring hither my music, good fellows!
Bring hither my fiddles and cakes
To make Him a feast night.
(From among Caspar’s Followers, cakes and instruments are brought before him. To Wolf, Bear and Lion he gives each a cake; to Elf and Gnome a stringed instrument.)
Here, neighbors,