Christmas Times
When are the children all happy and gay? When do they ne'er grow tired of play? When do their mouths seem like bells in chimes? It is the merry Christmas times.
When do the little boys all get good? And bring in coal and cut all the wood, And every command of their parents mind, 'Tis just a week before Chistmas times.
That is the time when all of the work Is done without a grumble or shirk. The little boys then ne'er turn and twist, When mother says, "Son, come here and do this."
Let the word be said, he's at her command, Not once does he frown, or attempt to stand, But goes at her bidding, happy and gay, For it will soon be Christmas day.