I love the Christmas-tide, and yet, I notice this, each year I live; I always like the gifts I get, But how I love the gifts I give!

In these four rhymed lines, Wells contrasts the pleasure of receiving with the deeper satisfaction of giving. The speaker admits enjoying “the gifts I get,” but the emotional emphasis falls on the final line—“how I love the gifts I give!”—suggesting that generosity produces a more enduring joy than acquisition. The seasonal setting (“Christmas-tide”) frames this as a recurring annual realization, implying that maturity and repeated experience sharpen one’s sense that the holiday’s meaning is fulfilled through outward-directed affection. The light, sing-song meter reinforces a tone of warmth and simplicity, aligning moral insight with festive cheer rather than solemn instruction.