This came out of John Martin’s Big Book for Little Folk, Number Three (1919). While not strictly Christmas, or even winter, for that matter, I thought the sweets theme was great for the holiday season.
Daisy Dillon Stephenson
My Mother’s making dougnuts—oh,
They smell so very good
I can’t keep out of doors at all—
(Though mother thinks I should).
She has a big hot pan of grease,
And when she’s busy there,
I help myself I love ’em hot!
I know she wouldn’t care.
She drops ’em in the cooky-jar;
I reach it on tip-toe!
And when she thinks she’s made a lot,
Oh my! it isn’t so!
There’s only just ’bout half a jar;
And she begins to see
The doughnuts that she thought were there,
Are mostly all in me!