This poem has been reprinted so often errors are bound to creep in, but here is the definitive version. I transcribed it from a copy of the original PUNCH magazine (Volume 178) where the poem was first published in 1930. You'll see from this version that the poetic meter is perfect.
WINNIPEG AT CHRISTMAS
In Winnipeg at Christimas
There's lots and lots of snow,
Very clean and crisp and hard
And glittering like a Christmas-card
Everywhere you go;
Snow upon the housetops,
Snow along the street,
And QUEEN VICTORIA in her chair
Has snow upon her stony hair
And snow upon her feet
In Winnipeg at Christmas
They line the street with trees —
Christmas-trees lit up at night
With little balls of coloured light
As pretty as you please.
The people hurry past you
In furry boots and wraps;
The sleighs are like a picture-book
And all the big policemen look
Like Teddy bears in caps.
And oh! the smiling ladies
And jolly girls and boys;
And oh! the parties and the fun
With lovely things for everyone —
Books and sweets and toys
So, if some day at Christmas
You don't know where to go,
Just pack your boxes up, I beg.
And start at once for Winnipeg;
You'd like it there, I know.
R.F