Merry Christmas, little heart!
Stealing tiptoe down the stair,
While the shadows spread apart
Just to show a something thereafter
By the chimney, long and white.
Santa Claus was here last night!
Did I see him? Well, perhaps;
But I thought I heard the taps.

Of a little, tiny hoof
Pattering, pattering across the roof;
And I know that you will see
Out upon the maple tree,
That one branch is bare and brown,
Where they brushed it coming down!

Merry Christmas, little heart!
Santa Claus was here last night!
Did I see him? Well, perhaps!