Says the New-fangled Christmas to the Old-fashioned Christmas,
“How on earth, now, do you think that I should know?
For to-day, with Art and Culture’s dainty trifles by the score,
We just manage to scrape through the time, confessing it’s a bore;
But, by Jove, if you came back again, ’twould soon be something more!”
Says Old Christmas, “Well, I really call that low.”
Says the New-fangled Christmas to the Old-fashioned Christmas,
“I don’t see the day a bit, you know, like you.”
Says the Old-fashioned Christmas to the New-fangled Christmas,
“Never mind, my boy, there’s something you can do.