This section is a Christmas tree: 
Loaded with pretty toys for you. 
Behold the blocks, the Noah's arks, 
The popguns painted red and blue. 
No solemn pine-cone forest-fruit, 
But silver horns and candy sacks 
And many little tinsel hearts 
And cherubs pink, and jumping-jacks. 
For every child a gift, I hope. 
The doll upon the topmost bough 
Is mine. But all the rest are yours. 
And I will light the candles now.