Chris'mus comes but onc't a year!"
Missed his voice last Chris'mus—missed
Them old cheery words, you know.
Mother belt up tel she kissed
All of us—then had to go
And break down! And I laughs: "Here!
'Chris'mus comes but onc't a year!"
"Them's his very words," sobbed she,
"When he asked to marry me."
"Chris'mus comes but onc't a year!"