Christmas time for boys and girls
Is a happy day,
For we go to grandma’s house,
And eat, sing and play.
Grandma does not tell us,
"Stop that horrid noise,"
Because she understands we can't,
When we're little boys.
And she lets the girls play house-house,
In the garage so old,
And when they strew things around,
Grandma doesn't scold.
But we ought to clean them up,
Even on Christmas day,
For we shouldn't make kind friends
Be troubled with our play.
Yes, we love the Christmas time
Best of all the year,
We have waited for it long,
Now, at last, it's here.