"Hark! The Herald Angels Sing"

Endlessly from Meyer's Store;

"It Came Upon A Midnight Clear"

From the networks o'er and o'er.

Star and magi, shepherds' awe,

Worshippers in cattle stall,

"Silent Night" and Christmas chimes

Shoppers meet where'er they call.

Tribune quotes in reverent type,

KXR in accents grave

Matthew's story, Luke's account

Of His birth Who came to save.

Watching demonstration toys,

Climbing onto Santa's knee,

Johnny prattles snatches from

Carols learned unconsciously.

Here is room abundant found

For Him Who in manger lay;

Every phase of business life

Lends its help to homage pay.

Here no Herod seeks the Child

Feigning worship, to destroy;

Welcome speaks each chime and song,

Tree and tinsel, card, and toy.

Here's no Savior-hating crowd

Crying, "Crucify! Away!"

Commerce has spent weeks on weeks

Laboring for His natal day.

"Who reigns o'er this festive time?"

'Mid it, for that question pause.

The answer, as from Pilate's hall:

"Not this Man, but Santa Claus!"