christmass

No w Christmass is come, let us beat up the Drum,
And call our good Neighbours together.
And when they appear, let us make them good chear,
That will keep out the wind and the weather,
To feast at this season, I think 'tis no treason,
I could give you a reason why,
Though some are so pure, that they cannot endure to see a Nativity Pye.

I cannot but wonder, that the Souldiers should plunder,
For keeping our Saviours birth,
For all Christians then, or I cannot tell when,
Should shew forth their joy and their mirth,