More Mother Goose for the holiday (whichever one you are celebrating)

Not explicitly Yuletide-themed, but it certainly strikes me as having that feel:

There was an old woman
Tossed up in a basket
Seventeen times as high as the moon.
Where she was going,
I couldn't but ask it,
For in her hand, she carried a broom.

"Old woman, old woman, old woman!" quoth I,
"Where are you going to, up so high?"

"To sweep the cobwebs off the sky."

"May I come with you?"

"Aye... by-and-bye."