（Ｃ）Ｌｏｎｇ　Ｓｈｏｅｓ・Ａ－１０３

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 I am hated Christmas.

Whenever you hear the Jingle bell

The tear falls.

I am to the way of the girl of the match sales.

A small picture is drawn.

Let's do not sell on the street.

A cold hand Getting warm

becomes a chilblain.

swells.

They ages and are lonely.

No one helps

In adark room

The match is ground.

A small picture is looked at.

In a small flame

The hand is warmed.