December

It is the eve of Christmas Day, And thick and fast it’s snowing. With dollie cuddled in my lap, I watch the white flakes blowing. Long, long ago I bought her gift, A holly wreath I’ve made her, And I shall hang her stocking up When safe in bed I’ve laid her. Dear Santa Claus, whate’er you bring, Of all your Christmas blisses, You ne’er can bring to me again So sweet a doll as this is. My lamb she is, my dear delight, My darling and my treasure; Of all the joys the year has brought, The very chiefest pleasure.