Since we're now into December, I thought this little poem from a 17th century writer, T. Durfey (or D'Urfey), might start getting us into the Christmas spirit, if not already there!
The Praise of Christmas
When Christmas's tide comes in like a bride,
With holly and ivy clad,
Twelve Days in the year much mirth and good cheer
In every household is had.
The country guise is then to devise
Some gambols of Christmas play,
Whereat the young men do best that they can
To drive the cold winter away.