Classic Poem

I am the little New Year, ho, ho!
Here I come tripping it over the snow.
Shaking my bells with a merry din—
So open your doors and let me in!

Presents I bring for each and all—
Big folks, little folks, short and tall;
Each one from me a treasure may win—
So open your doors and let me in!

Some shall have silver and some shall have gold,
Some shall have new clothes and some shall have old;
Some shall have brass and some shall have tin—
So open your doors and let me in!

Some shall have water and some shall have milk,
Some shall have satin and some shall have silk!
But each from me a present may win—
So open your doors and let me in!