I go tip-toe down de alley
Ter de Missus’ kitchen do’,
Kaze I know she got some Chris’mas
Somewhar fo’ dis darkey, sho;
She don’ spec’ me roun’ dat way,
En I s’prise her when I say:
“Chris’mas gif’!”
Den she turn roun’, des er laughin’,
En she say: “De same ter you!
Is you got a present fo’ me?
Kaze I want one—I sho do!”
“You’s des foolin’,” den I say;
“’Sides I hollered fus dis day:
‘Chris’mas gif’!’”
Den she git a big bandanna—
One wid po’ka dots ob red,
En she say: “Ez you done ketch me,
You kin hab dis fo’ yo’ head.”
So I sho am glad dis day
Dat I wus de fus ter say:
“Chris’mas gif’!”