That home we loved in days gone by?
How up in the loft we used to climb
For nuts, stored there in autumn-time,
To crack and eat by the dear old fire,
While the cheerful blaze leaped high'r and high'r?
And when it was time to go to bed,
How each tired, sleepy little head
Was laid on a pillow, soft and white,
To dream of Christmas the livelong night?
And how in the morn, before 'twas light,