Christmas Time At Home

O, Christmas in the country, that’s what I like the best,

Down on the farm with pa and ma, and Nell and all the rest;

The dog and cats, the gentle stock, the sunshine and the snow,

The old brown house, the roomy farm, the place I like to go.

No massive trees all bending low with presents fine and dear,

No music up in ‘G’, beyond the common people’s ear;

Just Christmas time at home, you know, devoid of pomp and show,

The good, old fashioned Christmas time of forty years ago.

A row of stockings hung around the fireplace broad and black,

A pantry filled with Christmas pies that cause your lips to smack;

A parlor tree for little folks, molasses candy sweet,

And nuts, popcorns and apples all a fellow wants to eat.

O Christmas time at home for me, the parlor organ there

With Nell to play the good old hymns and songs so sweet and rare;

The Christmas spirit, best of all, let others stray and roam,

For me the farm and country folk, and Christmas time at home.

Oct. 5, 1904