Consequences
Angels we have heard on high
When we were drinking on the sly.
Wassails You, Buddy?
Wassail, wassail all over the town!
Thank God for the snow when we’re falling down!
Proposition
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Said to her, “Baby, come on! Let’s go!”
Chewsing
All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth –
I broke them chewing on a wreath.
Winter Exercise
With a corncob pipe and a button nose
Frosty could hardly touch his toes.
Lullabye
All is calm, all is bright,
This season everything is trite.
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