Something new about Christmas?
Why, what were half so sweet
As the old, old way of keeping
The day our glad hearts greet?
The old, old chimes are dearest;
The old, old songs are best;
It’s the old, old gladness welling
Within each joyous breast.
Then my little lad said slyly,
“Remember, if that’s true,
That your old, old way, mamma dear,
Was to give me something new.”
