The Happiest Day

Of all the days of glad­ness

We lit­tle child­ren say

That none is half so hap­py

As mer­ry Christ­mas day.

With stock­ings in the morn­ing

And Christ­mas trees at night

And all the glad sur­pris­es

The sec­rets brought to light.

And yet it is not on­ly

Because of gift and toy

That Christ­mas time is hap­py;

For sweet­er is the joy

That ev­ery­one is lov­ing

And kind to all the rest

Remembering the Christ Child

The lit­tle Christ­mas Guest.