There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child...

 My boy Florek:

When the wind is howlin' in everyone's ears,

May you hear a soft, lilting breeze;

And if the rain is lashin' down,

May it only be dew at your knees.

If the ground 'neath your feet

should quiver and shake,

I hope you'll be standin' with ease;

And never go hungry or wantin' for much;

May God grant you all that you need!