Ā Twas some days before Christmas, as I rode in my sled.
When to the Hibernian House I decided to head
I went in the entrance, frozen to the core
Wouldnāt you know my card wouldnāt work in the door?
A quick rap at the entrance and the portal swung open
They were surprised to see me, not a word it was spoken
āSanta youāre Irish?ā finally said a man named OāRourke
āWhy do you think I wear red and white?Ā My Da was from Corkā.
As I went to the bar, I had a quick look
No, by jingle, I still hadnāt hit the book.
I asked for a Guinness, yes make it a pint.
Iām taking a breather, it been a long night.
I stopped in to say how proud I be
To say that I am a member of Division 3
Thereās not a good cause you guys donāt embrace
I had to come and tell you straight to your face
The young, the old, and our veterans you aid.
Thereās a lot more to you guys than just a parade
Sandy tried to destroy your brothers, your efforts show she will fail
She may have been a big wind, but you are the Gael.
The hard work you guys do puts my elves to shame
Sons of Patrick you are, and worthy of name.
We wouldnāt be Irish, if looking back on the year
We didnāt think of those we had lost and not shed a tear
Be not sad I said, they are not lost, just gone before us
As St. Nick I tell you Joe McKiernan is now leading the Heavenly Chorus.
I shook each hand and I jumped into my sled
Meaning every word that I had just said
A shout to Rudolph and the sled took flight
Nollaig Shona dhaoibh! And to all a good night.