Merry Christmas

Oh the weather outside is frightful

But the scotch is so delightful 

And since we've no place to go

Let it snow!

Let it snow!

Let it snow!

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house 

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, 

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds; 

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, 

Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,

(You know the rest)

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”