Oh, it’s Christmas Day, and we’re made over new,
Nell, and Hal, and Mother Goose’s children, too.
We won’t slap, we won’t snap,
And we’ll never, never scrap.
It sounds as if we’re dreaming, but it’s true.
Old Santa Claus must certainly be wise,
For he knew we needed brand-new hands and eyes.
While we slept, in he stepped,
To our bedsides softly crept,
And he made us over just for a surprise.