Classic Poem

" Merry Christmas! " Wishin' it
Earnest; ain't no hypocrite.
Got no sort o' axe to grind,
Jes' feel sort o' so inclined.
Heart so full o' happiness
Wish 'et I c'd call an' bless
Everyone, an' so I say:
" Merry Christmas! Bless th' day! "

" Merry Christmas! " Sayin' it
Honest like, an' heart t' fit.
Wishin' everyone c'd share
Happiness, an' some t' spare.
Turkey smokin' hot an' brown,
Old an' young folks settin' 'roun',
Holly twined with mistletoe,
" Merry Christmas! " Jes' feel so!

" Merry Christmas! " Frosty air
Echoin' it everywhere.
" Merry Christmas! " That's what tells
In th' chime o' th' church bells.
" Merry Christmas! " Prose er rhyme
Can't do justice to th' time.
Can't find language t' express
What it holds o' happiness.

" Merry Christmas! " Want t' pray
F'r 'em all jes' thataway.
Ain't no highfalutin' prayer
As I know of can compare
With that simple wish o' mine:
" Merry Christmas! " — snow er shine,
Heart beats happy either way,
" Merry Christmas! " Bless th' day.

" Merry Christmas! " Me an' you
An' th' whole world, through an' through.
Ain't no language can express
What it means o' happiness.
" Merry Christmas! " Prose er rhyme
Can't do justice to th' time.
Jes' ain't nothin' else t' say:
" Merry Christmas! Bless th' day! "