Since last I came this way?"

The King trims Christmas trees,

To give to good girls and boys,

With tapers and trinkets of silver and gold,

And all sorts of dainties and toys.

The Queen cuts twigs of birch,

Of birch so supple and keen,

And daintily ties them up into rods

The finest that ever were seen.

Soon with this word to the King

Jack Frost comes back at a trot:

"Good have most of the children been,

But some of them have not."

The King gives him the pretty trees,

The Queen the rods so smart,

And away goes Jack again with his load,

Till every house has its part.

Cakes, mince-pies nuts and apples,

Good children get from the King.

You can guess what the naughty get,

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