From northern climes~the winds swept in~
last night while we did dream,
and frost~by air mail did arrive~
last night while we did dream,
and frost~by air mail did arrive~
across the lawn to gleam.
Then we did wake~upon this morn~
and marvel at the sight,
for while we'd slept~December dawned~
for while we'd slept~December dawned~
all festive-merry-and bright!
~~~
That chill in the air~
that glistening frost~
snow flakes blowing every which way,
means November has ended~
means November has ended~
December's begun~
a whole month of holiday!
There's baking to do~
and gifts to be wrapped~
the house to decorate, too,
there're carols to sing~
there're carols to sing~
and visits to make~
and my favourite-hot cocoa with you!
~~~
Last night while you and I were sleeping,
all tucked up warm in bed,
through our front door they came a-creeping,
our elves, returned by sled!
all tucked up warm in bed,
through our front door they came a-creeping,
our elves, returned by sled!
Back down from the frozen north they've come,
quite full of festive cheer,
with some mistletoe and sugarplum,
to make it merry, here!
~~~
'Twas the night before Monday, when through our front door,
two visitors entered, unseen, while you snored.
The guard cat alerted, and roused from her sleep,
her night rounds to pad through, her boys safe to keep.
Just imagine her shock, as she checked all round,
and made one last check of our shoes on the ground.
For our poor cat was startled, 9 lives minus one,
to discover what while she'd been napping, was done.
Our shoes in the hands, of two very strange gents,
one regal and merry, one sooty and bent.
St. Nikolaus reached out, and scratched Katja's chin,
Schwarze Peter groused and grumbled, shaking soot off his shin.
Both listened as Katja, our guardian true,
spoke gravely of all the good things you both do.
Peter sulked off, with his empty sack, grim,
while Nikolaus filled those shoes to the brim.
One treat for each moment, that shone out this year,
for kindness, for helping, for spreading of cheer.
St. Nikolaus, into the night disappeared,
first reminding the guard cat he'd be back next year!
two visitors entered, unseen, while you snored.
The guard cat alerted, and roused from her sleep,
her night rounds to pad through, her boys safe to keep.
Just imagine her shock, as she checked all round,
and made one last check of our shoes on the ground.
For our poor cat was startled, 9 lives minus one,
to discover what while she'd been napping, was done.
Our shoes in the hands, of two very strange gents,
one regal and merry, one sooty and bent.
St. Nikolaus reached out, and scratched Katja's chin,
Schwarze Peter groused and grumbled, shaking soot off his shin.
Both listened as Katja, our guardian true,
spoke gravely of all the good things you both do.
Peter sulked off, with his empty sack, grim,
while Nikolaus filled those shoes to the brim.
One treat for each moment, that shone out this year,
for kindness, for helping, for spreading of cheer.
St. Nikolaus, into the night disappeared,
first reminding the guard cat he'd be back next year!
~~~
Far beyond the northern borders, and tucked away from sight,
a village full of merry elves, craft holiday delight.
a village full of merry elves, craft holiday delight.
We all know of the toymakers, they're famous after all,
but did you know that by compare, their task is rather small?
In the pastry shop you will find, that Christmas is home-made,
and the season's delight and joy, is bakers' stock and trade.
There's white confection measured there, and dusted out as snow.
and peppermint to chill the air, make winter winds to blow.
Warm cinnamon and spice combine, a blazing fire to build,
and colored sugars melted down, the frost-filled light to gild.
The gingerbread in ovens hot, hits the assembly floor,
and overnight our town transform, to villages of yore.
All through the days and nights they work, they measure, sift and bake,
till finally on Christmas night, they take their hard-earned break!
~~~
As every day gets colder still,
and frost blooms on the windowsill,
and frost blooms on the windowsill,
as darkness closes in around,
and snowdrifts swallow up the ground,
as empty branches creak and moan,
and biting winds chill down to bone,
with wreath and tree bring outdoors in,
warm cozy holidays begin!
~~~
There's magic in the air today and festive cheer abounds,
the flakes from winter's first snowfall are covering the grounds.
the flakes from winter's first snowfall are covering the grounds.
Inside the house we rouse, we wake, and peer out frosted panes,
to spy how much snow still remains across the nearby lanes.
It's but a dusting, just enough, to glisten in the glow,
as in the distance sunrise gleams, then burns across the snow.
Inside the house, all snug and warm, while coffee percolates,
we daydream what the snow might bring, and what new fun awaits.
~~~
Pitter patter in the night,
little footsteps rustling.
elfkin workers out of sight,
round the house are bustling.
Drawing frost on windowpanes,
scurrying to and fro,
etching them with candycanes,
dipped in fresh fallen snow.
Sprink-a-ling their magic round,
with cinnamon and spice,
glitter covering the ground,
spark-a-ling just like ice.
Our home transformed through the night,
our house-elves adding cheer,
each morning some new delight,
as Christmas Eve draws near.
little footsteps rustling.
elfkin workers out of sight,
round the house are bustling.
Drawing frost on windowpanes,
scurrying to and fro,
etching them with candycanes,
dipped in fresh fallen snow.
Sprink-a-ling their magic round,
with cinnamon and spice,
glitter covering the ground,
spark-a-ling just like ice.
Our home transformed through the night,
our house-elves adding cheer,
each morning some new delight,
as Christmas Eve draws near.
~~~
If you listen hard you might,
in the middle of the night,
flying high and out of sight,
hear sleighbells as they pass.
Practicing their route, they ride,
cross the icy wind they slide,
past the moon and stars they glide,
eight reindeer and one sleigh.
Every night they ride once more,
through the midnight hour they soar
each time faster than before,
'till the speed barrier breaks.
Finally, they're fast enough,
though the weather may get rough,
Christmas Eve, piled high with stuff,
Santa's sleigh to pull.
in the middle of the night,
flying high and out of sight,
hear sleighbells as they pass.
Practicing their route, they ride,
cross the icy wind they slide,
past the moon and stars they glide,
eight reindeer and one sleigh.
Every night they ride once more,
through the midnight hour they soar
each time faster than before,
'till the speed barrier breaks.
Finally, they're fast enough,
though the weather may get rough,
Christmas Eve, piled high with stuff,
Santa's sleigh to pull.
~~~
Dapper and darling,
in holiday best,
all lined up by height in a row,
rigid they stand there,
these beacons of cheer,
each one at his mark placed just so.
in holiday best,
all lined up by height in a row,
rigid they stand there,
these beacons of cheer,
each one at his mark placed just so.
Some carry a sword,
in uniform proud,
fierce warriors prepared to defend,
while right by their side,
their brothers in arms,
to cheerier tasks do attend.
They've brought in the tree,
the wreath and some gifts,
one crafts out of wood while they wait,
our guardians here,
nutcrackers so dear,
keep vigil whilst we decorate.
~~~
Early in the morning,
when all the house is still,
I place my cup of coffee,
upon the windowsill.
when all the house is still,
I place my cup of coffee,
upon the windowsill.
The elves and I converse there,
an audit of your day,
the nice and naughty moments,
we sort through, play by play.
The dial barely wavers,
its answer always clear,
your heart so generous and kind,
you've made the nice list, dear!
~~~
Candle glow,
fresh fallen snow,
and pine tree scented air,
Carols sung,
ornaments hung,
twinkle lights everywhere.
fresh fallen snow,
and pine tree scented air,
Carols sung,
ornaments hung,
twinkle lights everywhere.
Cookies bake,
gifts to make,
travel plans to prepare.
Choir bells ring,
hymns to sing,
words of grateful prayer.
Stable plain,
babe born to reign
Christmas begins there.
~~~
Greetings cards all placed in a row,
smiling faces so dear,
wishes sent by the daily mail,
from friends both far and those near.
smiling faces so dear,
wishes sent by the daily mail,
from friends both far and those near.
Packages of every size,
dropped off at all of the doors,
excitements grows, each label read,
from all your favorite stores.
One last arrival we await,
a visit from far away,
the man in red, that jolly elf,
his "air mail" delivered by sleigh!
~~~
There's shimmer and sugar,
there's egg wash and dough,
there's candy and choc'late,
and blue sprinkle snow.
There are parchment lined trays,
one big rolling pin,
flour sprinkled about,
it's time to begin.
Cookie cutters chosen,
a star or a tree,
or a Christmas lobster,
you'll make just for me!
We cut out and slice them,
each shape placed just so,
trim, bake, then devour them,
by Christmas tree glow.
there's egg wash and dough,
there's candy and choc'late,
and blue sprinkle snow.
There are parchment lined trays,
one big rolling pin,
flour sprinkled about,
it's time to begin.
Cookie cutters chosen,
a star or a tree,
or a Christmas lobster,
you'll make just for me!
We cut out and slice them,
each shape placed just so,
trim, bake, then devour them,
by Christmas tree glow.
~~~
Little doors and tiny drawers,
counting down the days,
one to open every morn,
'til that jolly elf sleighs.
Hiding behind each number,
find your little clue,
wrapped up in a tiny bow,
rhyming words to guide you.
Every day a new surprise,
somewhere the elves leave,
treasure hunt to fill the days,
until it's Christmas Eve!
counting down the days,
one to open every morn,
'til that jolly elf sleighs.
Hiding behind each number,
find your little clue,
wrapped up in a tiny bow,
rhyming words to guide you.
Every day a new surprise,
somewhere the elves leave,
treasure hunt to fill the days,
until it's Christmas Eve!
~~~
Hidden away in the snowy north lands,
tucked away in a blanket of white,
a village of magic, of childhood dreams,
nestles unseen from all human sight.
Surrounded by snow and walls made of ice,
yet inside it's as warm as can be,
with piping hearth fires and candlelight glow,
its resident folk always merry.
Full of the hustle and bustle of elves,
tucked up high in a mountainous slope,
busy as can be, December through,
bringing to life every child's hope.
tucked away in a blanket of white,
a village of magic, of childhood dreams,
nestles unseen from all human sight.
Surrounded by snow and walls made of ice,
yet inside it's as warm as can be,
with piping hearth fires and candlelight glow,
its resident folk always merry.
Full of the hustle and bustle of elves,
tucked up high in a mountainous slope,
busy as can be, December through,
bringing to life every child's hope.
~~~
The days of December have sped quickly by,
traditions to carry us through,
decorations to set up, presents to buy,
all those holidays tasks to do.
Today just in time, school winds down to a close,
from homework to family we shift,
the nativity read as candlelight glows
our tired hearts and weary souls lift.
That stable of old in our minds we can see,
too sparse and too coarse and too plain,
for the birth of a King, prophets did decree,
that child, Christ our Lord, born to reign.
traditions to carry us through,
decorations to set up, presents to buy,
all those holidays tasks to do.
Today just in time, school winds down to a close,
from homework to family we shift,
the nativity read as candlelight glows
our tired hearts and weary souls lift.
That stable of old in our minds we can see,
too sparse and too coarse and too plain,
for the birth of a King, prophets did decree,
that child, Christ our Lord, born to reign.
~~~
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