• Chritmas time is here.
    I allways fill my cup with lots of 'nog.
    Before I step about into the chilly fog.
    My time for cheer-
    is done when I step out the door
    Out on the street i see the cold poor.
    I stop by and spare some change.

    I wish I could do more
    I go home to read some merry lore
    When I thought of a wonderful thought
    So stood up and ran
    to that cold man
    and brought
    him into my home
    inside that heated dome

    He sighed a great sigh
    then I knew it was time for goodbye
    I gave him a blanket and some food
    He smiled as if I put him in a cheerful mood.