Yuletide Buds

As winter’s eve bloom Yuletide buds

Warm breath on cold air, kissed

Dim candlelit, pale tinsel floods

On night, we sought and missed

Paraded streets, and Christmas cheer

Blue night it snows our folly

Yet advent cherubs hold me dear

With mistletoe and holly

A silent gaze through starry night

Bring merry sacred dreaming

For ever wear our bounded wreaths

And chaptered parts succeeding