Christmas on Fern Hill

The rainy days have passed us by;
The snowflakes have started to fly -
A busy Dad, who worked all night,
Has left a lot of gifts in sight.

The neighbors hear the children yell
Like they step on a walnut shell.
The children are not feeling pain;
It is Christmas on Fern Hill Lane.

If Mom's cake has a falling crown,
She may not wear her Christmas gown;
That's why I say, “Don't shake the floor,
Run by the stove or slam the door.”

Beside the feeder in the rear
The children found, on frozen ground,
The tracks of nine hard-working deer;
The tracks expand then disappear.