The little ones are put in bed, And both are laughing, lying down; Their father, and their mother too, Are gone on Christmas eve to town. 'Old Santa Claus will bring a horse, Gee up:' cried little Will, with glee; 'If I am good, I'll have a doll From Santa Claus' -- laughed Emily. The little ones are gone to sleep, Their father and their mother now Are coming home, with many more -- They're drunk, and make a merry row. The little ones on Christmas morn Jump up, like skylarks from the grass; And then they stand as still as stones, And just as cold as stones, Alas! No horse, no doll beside their bed, No sadder little ones could be; 'We did some wrong,' said little Will -- 'We must have sinned,' sobbed Emily. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN BARLEYCORN by ROBERT BURNS THE MEDAL; A SATIRE AGAINST SEDITION by JOHN DRYDEN THE TESTAMENT OF CRESSEID by ROBERT HENRYSON THE TWELVE-FORTY-FIVE (FOR EDWARD J. WHEELER) by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE by JOHN MILTON AN ELEGIE, OR FRIENDS PASSION, FOR HIS ASTROPHILL by MATTHEW ROYDEN |