That ever I tasted, or you;
And under the tree there were apples
And peanuts—a bucket or two.
He built them a fire, and dresses
Were left, made of flannel so warm;
And, with many nice greetings and wishes,
We galloped away through the storm.
Away, and away sped the ponies,
So fast that none could o’ertake—
So fast (it was told me this morning),