from Home for the Holidays
by Eliza Cook

We shall have sport when Christmas comes,
When “snap-dragon” burns our fingers and thumbs,
We’ll hang mistletoe over our dear, little cousins,
And pull them beneath it and kiss them by dozens:
We shall have games at “Blind-man’s Buff,”
And noise and laughter, and romping enough:
We’ll crown the plum-pudding with bunches of bay,
And roast all the chestnuts that come in our way;
And when Twelfth-night falls, we’ll have such a cake
That as we stand round it the table shall quake.
We’ll draw ” King and Queen,” and be happy together,
And dance old “Sir Roger” with hearts like a feather.
Home for the Holidays, here we go!
But this Fast train is really exceedingly slow.