I don't know why I'm so full of the holiday spirit.
It isn't like we don't have enough troubles, what with the recent ghastly event.
But it matters not. I'm afraid that despite the gloomy prospects over the next four years, I cannot help it if my inner joy has taken over.
We may not be getting for Christmas what we hoped for, but it makes me feel like singing:
I know the Depression’s depressing
The carols are stilled, the stores aren’t filled
And windows are minus their dressing
The children don’t grin, the Santas are thin
And I’ve heard a terrible rumor
No good will, no cheer
But we’ll get a New Deal for Christmas this year
The snowflakes are frightened of falling
And oh, what a fix, no peppermint sticks
And all through the land folks are bawling
And filled with despair, ’cause cupboards are bare
But Santa’s got brand new assistants
There’s nothing to fear
They’re bringing a New Deal for Christmas this year
On Farley and Perkins
On Ickes and Wallace
On Morgenthau and Cummings
Fill our pockets with dollars
On Roper and Swanson
Get along Cordell Hull
Get along, giddy up
Call your committee up
Build every city up
Cheer every kiddie up
Fill every stocking with laughter
We haven’t got room for any more gloom
Let’s ring every bell from its rafter
And chime ’cross the land
Tomorrow’s at hand
Those happy days that we were promised are finally here
We’re getting a New Deal for Christmas this year
