Little one, my little one,
With big blue eyes so bright,
What wondrous dreams will fill your mind
On this glorious Christmas night?
Will you be seeing dolls and games,
Or a rocking horse so real
That you'll ride it to the hilltops
Where fairies dance at will?
And should you stop to join them
In their merriment so true,
I have but one small favor
That I must ask of you:
You may ride your horse to hilltops,
You may dance with fairies too,
But please return to Mother,
Whose own dreams live in you