CHRISTMAS is here; Winds whistle shrill, Icy and chill, Little care we; Little we fear Weather without, Sheltered about The Mahogany Tree. Once on the boughs Perched round the stem Of the jolly old tree. Here let us sport, Boys, as we sit,— Laughter and wit Evenings we knew, Pleasant to see. Kind hearts and true, Gentle and just, Peace to your dust! We sing round the tree. Care, like a dun, Drink, every one; Sorrows, begone! Life and its ills, Duns and their bills, Come with the dawn, Blue-devil sprite; Leave us to-night, Round the old tree! |