With snowy locks December stands
'Mid sleet and storm; his wasted hands
A frosty scepter grasp and hold;
His frame is bent, his limbs are old;
His bearded lips are iced and pale;
He shivers in the winter gale.
Come then, O day of warm heart-cheer,
Make glad the waste and waning year,
While old December shivering goes
To rest beneath the drifted snows!
— Benj. F. Leggett.
Kellogg, Alice M. Christmas Entertainment. NY: E.L. Kellogg & Co., 1897. 88.
"The Olden Song" by Benjamin F. Leggett (1891)