And all our breakfasts done.
We spread our toys out on the floor
And played there in the sun.
The nursery smelled of Christmas tree,
And under where it stood,
The shepherds watched their flocks of sheep,
---All made of painted wood
Outside the air was cold
And quiet all about,
Til far across the snowy roofs
The Christmas bells rang out
But soon the sleigh bells jingled by,
Upon the street below,
And people on the way to church,
Went crunching through the snow
We did not quarrel once that day;
Mamma and Grandma said
They liked to be in where we were,
So pleasantly we played.
I do not see how any child
Is cross on Christmas day,
When all the lovely toys are new,
And everyone can play.
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