In The Week When Christmas Comes.

Lets every pudding burst with plums,
And every tree bear dolls and drums,
In the week when Christmas comes.

Let every hall have boughs of green,
With berries glowing in between,
In the week when Christmas comes.

Let every doorstep have a song,
Sounding the dark street along,
In the week when Christmas comes.

Let every steeple ring a bell.
With joyful tale to tell,
In the week when Christmas comes.

Let every stable have a lamb.
Sleeping warm beside its dam,
In the week when Christmas comes.