When the streets of the city are whitened with snow
And windows coated with rime,
When the tree is awaiting its wonderful fruit,
And the bells are beginning to chime,
The children need listen no more in their beds
For the scampering runners of steel
And the reindeer of Santa Claus over the roof
For he comes in an automobile!
The poet no longer may sing of the bells
That glitter and jingle and shake,
The St. Nick of this year wears a rose in his coat
And sits with a hand on a brake.
Half tone and color page daintily drawn
In the holiday numbers reveal
A ruddy old gentleman booted and gloved
Who rides in an automobile!
From all of us at Adams House and the FDR Suite Foundation, to all of you:
the merriest of holidays and our most heartfelt good wishes for the New Year!