Tintinnabulation of Christmas Bells

In the quiet of December, through the cold and gentle night, little lights are

softly glowing, every window shining bright. Then a whisper starts to wander,

floating through the air that swells, a familiar Christmas calling, the

tintinnabulation of the bells. Oh, hear the bells. Hear the bells.

Ringing hope where every heart dwells. Let their music fill the skies

with peace that never fades or fails. Oh,

Christmas lives within the sound, the tintinnabulation of the

bells. Children laughing on the sidewalks, footprints dancing in the snow.