Rose Fyleman

Christmas-Time

The church bells at Christmas-time

Ring all about the town;

The gay folk at Christmas-time

Go walking up and down;

They smile at me, they smile at you

The streets and squares are smiling too.


In every house at Christmas-time

Are pretty sights to see;

And strange things at Christmas-time

Do grow upon a tree;

And one for me and one for you.

And isn't it a sweet to-do?