There’s a cold,  harsh wind on a bleak December’s day.

The flickering flames in the fire are glowing brightly away.

There’s a pot of hot water bubbling on the stove

to make a bowl of soup and dunk it with a loaf.

Christmas Eve is here! It’s snowing from the skies

Now go to bed,  it’s half past eight! put out milk and two mince pies.

Now all is still and peaceful, falling asleep with a cheerful thought;

Excited but with tired eyes wondering what dear St Nick has brought.