Merry, merry we well may be, br For Jesus Christ is come down to see: br Long before, at the top of the stair, br He set our angels a waiting there, br Waiting hither and thither to fly, br Tending the children of the sky, br Lest they dash little feet against big stones, br And tumble down and break little bones; br For the path is rough, and we must not roam; br We have learned to walk, and must follow him home!br br George MacDonaldbr br