Christmas Eve of Old

A sacred song of long ago is sung with reverence, high and low Sweet harmonies that the angels hear is the music of a Midnight Clear A velvet night while stars appear Old carols sung on captured ear Around a piano, where candles glow Outside the air, with breath of snow A fireside, where flames enchant Old memories, from lips recant 'Neath mistletoe, two lovers kiss A soul renewed, a spirit lifts Some lift their glass to make a toast While others sing of Heavenly Host Beneath a tree, the children guess Then off to bed, with kisses blessed In harmony that the angels hear Sweet music about a Midnight Clear