Be good to me O! mother mild,
Because I am a little child."
"Get a sleep on you," mother called from the next room. "The wee red-headed man is comin' down the chimley and he is goin' to take ye away if ye aren't quiet."
We fell asleep, and that was how the night passed by in my father's house years ago.
FOOTNOTE:
[1] The evening of All Souls' Day.