 
Christmas in Little Towns
Mabel Wilton
Little towns are happiest
For they spell the simple things,
At Christmas there are carolers,
And peace that His birth brings.
There are loving thoughts exchanged
While happy faces glow,
And children romping gaily
In the falling snow.
Little towns are quite content
When holidays draw near,
With friends and neighbors bearing gifts
To those they hold most dear.
Little towns are apt to smile
At secret whisperings,
For they know each gift that's bought
And where folk hide these things.
In little towns the windows shed
A mellow light o'er all,
For little towns are happiest
When Santa comes to call.
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