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