We put up new curtains–tablecloths, as well.

We changed cushion covers; the house started to smell

Of new things, including the linoleum.

As cakes baked in the oven, Mom started to hum.

The radio played our favorite carols.

Mom stood on a chair and put up some flycatchers.

She put paper flowers in a vase that she found, 

And continued to hum the tune, “O Little Town…”

 Mom removed the cakes because they were done.

They lit up the house and it smelled like home.

The butcher brought us the meat for the next day.

Until then, Mom seasoned and stored it away. 

We washed all the windowpanes; shined all the glass.

We were readying for Christmas day, at last. 

Dad made us some cordial that we sipped with relish,

Knowing at that time one another we cherished.

Mom set up two dolls and two little tea sets.

Dad set up a fire truck with a helmet.

We the children then knew just what we would get

Come Christmas morning. We were still happy, yet!

What will I give to my poor little friend?

My piggy bank money I want her to spend.

What will Mom and Dad give to her poor family?

The old house he repaired. They can live there for free.

Tomorrow, we will make some fresh ginger beer

And sorrel. But what am I going to wear

When we sit ‘round the table? I know!

The coarse frock that Aunt Maisie gave me.

Such a frilly smock!

Our spirits were lifted, our bellies were full. 

A roof covered our heads, and we were thankful.

We prayed, then we went to bed, all filled with mirth, 

And we kept in our minds our dear Savior’s birth.