What flavour of the good old times!
(What hopeless and egregious folly!)
What evergreens and merry chimes!
(What prickles ever lurk in holly!)
Indeed it is a merry time;
(But O! those countless Christmas numbers!)
For now we see the pantomime,
(And now the waits disturb our slumbers.)
We've kisses 'neath the mistletoe—
(I hate such rough, unseemly capers!)