O it's merry in the winter
When the holidays come round,
When the air is crisp and frosty
And the snow is on the ground.
Though Jack Frost may nip your noses,
There is nothing that I know
Like a jolly game of snowballs,
Making feet and fingers glow!
You can take your baby sister
For a voyage in a sleigh;
You can build a monster snow-man
That will pass the time away.
Then there's hanging up the holly
And the Christmas mistletoe,
Roasting chestnuts in the firelight,
When you can't go out, you know.
If you try, you can be happy
In a score of different ways.
O, it's wonderful how pleasant
Are the winter holidays!
WHEN I GROW UP.
"When I grow up my dress shall be
All made of silk and lace,
My hair I'll wear in some fine style
That best will suit my face;
With rings upon my fingers, too,
And bracelets on my arms,
I'll be the finest lady out,
With wondrous mighty charms.
"When I grow up, you understand,
I'll always dine at eight,
And go to dances and 'At homes,'
And sit up very late.
I'll never touch rice-puddings then,
But pastry eat, and cheese,
And always do just what I like
And go just where I please.