Christmas Frolicking

Nicholas, good saint, jolly Saint Nicholas,
Not to remember you, dear, were ridiculous;
You who have busily labored to tickle us.

Santa Claus, tenderly nicknamed Santa Claus
‘Tis in your honor, we name, for no scanty case,
Jollities papa and mama and aunty cause!

Hurrying, glad to your green tree hurrying,
Just like a lot full of lambkins scurrying;
Jolly old saint, we can run without worrying.

Merrily tripping it, oh, how merrily!
Round and around we’ll dance, and verily
Pity it were to lag or go wearily.

Jollity, genuine twittering jollity,
Flourishes best about cedar and holly tree,
Both bearing fruit of the very same quality

Rollicking, every one noisily rollicking,
Little ones, big ones, all go frolicking;
Where’s the “lord of misrule” for our jolly king?

Pattering, little feet daintily pattering,
Big feet following, rambling, scattering,
This is the figure we dance in our latter ring.

Round again! revelers, just one round again,
Trip, skip, limber toes, stiff toes, bound again!
At your next holly tree we will be found again.