Now Christmas is come, Let us beat up the drum, And casll all our neighbors together, ASnd when they appear, Let us mke them such cheer, As will keep out the wind and the weather. Old 'ditty'/song from Washington Irving's Sketch Book - 1900 The Christmas Dinner from Withers Juvenilla Lo, now is come our joyful`st feast! Let every man be jolly. Eache roome with yvie leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Now all our neighbors` chimneys smoke, And Christmas blocks are burning; Their ovens they with bak`t meats choke And all their spits are turning. Without the door let sorrow lie And if, for cold, it hap to die, Wee`le bury`t in a Christmas pye, And everymore be merry. Merry Christmas Everyone. Rsp. Jim Allen