Round the fire.
The cold air was shocking
As we peeped in our stocking—
And, way down in the toe,
Now say this is so—
Dad placed a dollar.
Made me holler.
Yes, sirree,
They were good to me.
Remember Jim?
Round the fire.
The cold air was shocking
As we peeped in our stocking—
And, way down in the toe,
Now say this is so—
Dad placed a dollar.
Made me holler.
Yes, sirree,
They were good to me.
Remember Jim?