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[r .1 WmIITECIMiS'MAS I'm dreaming of a White Christmas Just like the ones I used to know -- -Where the tree-tops glisten And chiidren listen To hear sleigh-bells in the snow. in dreaming of a White Christmas With ev'ry Christmas card I write: "May your days be merry and bright And may ail your Christmnases be white." JINGLE BEILLS Dashi ng thro' the snow In a one horse open sieigh, 0'er the fields we go Laughing ail the way; Beils on bob-tail ring, Making spirits bright, What fun it is to ride and sing A sleighing song tonight! Jingle, belîs; Jingle, beils! Jingle al the way! 0 what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sieigh! Repeat A day or two ago I thought Md take a ride, And soon Miss Fannie Bright Was seated by myside; The horse was lean and lank, Misfortune seem'd his lot He got into a drifted bank, And *we, we got up-sot. Now the ground is white, Go it while you're young, Take the girls tonight, And sing the sieighing song Just get a bob-tailed nag Two forty for bis speed, Then hitch hMm to an open sieigh, And crack! you'1l take the lead. GOD REST YE MERRY GENTLEMIEN God rest you merry, gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, Remember Christ our Saviour Was born on Christmas day, To save us ail from Satan's power When we were gone astray; Refrain 0 tidings of comfort and joy. Comfort and joy, o tidings of comfort and joy. In Bethlehem, in Jewry, This blessed Babe was born, And laid within a manger, Upon this blessed morn; The which Hils mother Mary Did nothing take in scorn. Prom God, our heavenly Father, A blessed angel came; And unto certain shepherds Brought tidings of the same; How that in Bethlehem was born The Son -of God by Name. 'Fear not then,' sai d the angel, 'Let nothing you affight, I'his day is born aSaviour 0f a pure virgin bright, To free ail thosewho trust in Hum Prom Satan's power and might.' The shepherds at those tidings Rejoiced much in mmnd, And left their flocks a-feeding, In tenipest, storm, and wind: And went to Bethlehem straightway, The Son of God to find. And when they came to Bethlehem Where our dear Saviour lay, They found Hum in a manger, Where oxen feed on hay; His mother Mary kneeling down Unto the Lord did pray. Now to the Lord sing praises, Ail you withiàn this place, And with true love and brotherhood Each other now embrace; This holy fie of Christmas Ail other doth deface. I. '1 -11-