The New Year - Anonymous

I am the little New Year, ho, ho! 

Here I come tripping it over the snow.

Shaking my bells with a merry din –

So open your doors and let me in!

Presents I bring for each and all –

Big folks, little folks, short and tall;

Each one from me a treasure may win –

So open your doors and let me in!

Some shall have silver and some shall have gold,

Some shall have new clothes and some shall have old;

Some shall have brass and some shall have tin – 

So open your doors and let me in!

Some shall have water and some shall have milk,

Some shall have satin and some shall have silk!

But each from me a present may win – 

So open your doors and let me in!

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Anonymous

Source: Pan Macmillan