December 15 to 31

Peace and Goodwill

On Christmas day I sit and think,

Thoughts white as snow, and black as ink.

My nearest kinsman, turned a knave,

Robbed me of all that I could save.

When he was gone, and I was poor,

His sister yelped me from her door.

The robin sings his Christmas song,

And no bird has a sweeter tongue.

God bless them all- my wife so true,

And pretty Robin Redbreast too.

God bless my kinsman, far away,

And give his sister joy this day.