In New Zealand, my father would get up on xmas eve morning and get the family sing to his mother over the phone:

Get up old wives and bake your pies it's christmas day in the morning
....(don't remember) ...and now the day is dawning (I think)

The bells are ringing, the cats are singing, the dogs are going to church,
some in rags and some in bags and some in dirty shirts.

My grandmother was from Manchester.