He makes their branches bright.

And for want of buds and blossoms

To strew in his Majesty's way,

With magic flowers of his own device

He makes the windows gay.

These wonders wrought in a single night

May well excite surprise;

Amazed is the sun when he gets up at dawn,

And he stares with all his eyes.

Then out come all the boys and girls,

Jack's handiwork to view,

And their noses and cheeks turn red with cold,

Some of them even turn blue.

They pelt each other with snow,

Roll it up in a mighty ball,

And shout and laugh and scamper about,

And heels over head they fall.

They make a huge man of snow,

As grand as a Russian Czar,

A wooden sword in his hand, in his mouth,

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