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?"