By the fire, there’s a fiddle, and beside it sits its twin, One calls itself a violin, all proper and tucked in, It polishes its bow, says, “I play in symphonies,” The fiddle laughs and takes a swig, “Well, I play where there’s beer and cheese!” Oh, the fiddle likes to stomp and spin, The violin sits straight and thin, One plays jigs, the other hymns, But both make Christmas sparkle, friend, It’s not the name or how you grin — It’s joy that makes the music spin! The violin says softly, “Please, keep time and mind your tone,” The fiddle says, “Now loosen up, let’s make this night our own!” One bows smooth like angel wings, the other saws away, But when they play together, snow starts dancing where it lay. Oh, the fiddle likes to stomp and spin, The violin sits straight and thin, One plays jigs, the other hymns, But both make Christmas sparkle, friend, It’s not the name or how you grin — It’s joy that makes the music spin! One wears lace and one wears plaid, But both can make you laugh or sad, So pour some cider, pull ’em in, Let’s toast the fiddle and violin Yeah, the fiddle likes to stomp and spin, The violin sits straight and thin, One plays loud, one plays prim, But Christmas shines with both of them, So grab your bow, let love begin — With the fiddle and the violin
