Wee ’le bury ’t in a Christmas pye,
And evermore be merry.
Wither’s Juvenilia.
Now Christmas is come,
Let us beat up the drum,
And call all our neighbors together.
And when they appear,
Let us make them such cheer,
As will keep out the wind and the weather. Old Song.
A Christmas baby! Now, isn’t that the best kind of a Christmas gift for us all? Father Stephen Barton (1821).