But Christmas comes but once a year.

My kinsfolks—cousins, nephews, aunts,

All come to dine on Christmas day;

It's been the custom many years

(Which Heaven forbid should fall away):

But scarcely had they all arrived,

When down the snow came, dull and drear—

So deep, not one can get away;

But Christmas comes but once a year.

Of course it's very nice indeed