On Christmas day a fall of snow
Would be a boon to boys I know:
To boys well-fed, well-clad and warm,
And well equipped to face the storm.

To many a merry girl and boy
The snowball game’s a game of joy;
When fancy shoes and furry coats
Shield tiny toes and tender throats.

A fall of snow on Christmas day
For some poor folk is far from play:
For boys and girls who have to tread
The mill of misery for their bread.

The poor who starve in retched slum,
On rich men’s cast-off clothes and crumb:
The poor who like wee robins strive,
Mid snows to keep themselves alive.

On Christmas day, on Christmas day,
Though nice to snowball, feast and play,
We should recall ‘mid all our joy
That Christ was once a poor wee Boy.