Through the window sills Gusts of chilly wind Wind up in my room Giving me the chills of Xmas New clothes, New clothes New clothes in every mouth As the spirit of giving would elope Through the vices of tattered cloth So they buy themselves new clothes Expensive sets they store in cupboards While the children of God all wet and dried Look for Santa to leave them with presents. 2020 Dec 19 Nadun Pathirana Enable Ginger Cannot connect to Ginger Check your internet connection or reload the browser Disable in this text field Edit Edit in Ginger Edit in Ginger × Enable Ginger Cannot connect to Ginger Check your internet connection or reload the browser Disable in this text field Edit Edit in Ginger Edit in Ginger ×