A Christmaspoem

 When the last Kalender-sheets
 flattern trough the winter-streets
 and Dezemberwind is blowing,
 then ist everybody knowing
 that it is not allzuweit:
 she does come - the Weihnachtszeit.

 All the Menschen, Leute, people
 flippen out of ihr warm Stüble,
 run to Kaufhof, Aldi, Mess,
 make Konsum and business.
 Kaufen this und jene Dings
 and the Churchturmglocke rings.

 Manche holen sich a Tännchen,
 when this brennt, they cry "Attention".
 Rufen for the Feuerwehr:
 "Please come quick to löschen her!"
 Goes the Tännchen of in Rauch,
 they are standing on the Schlauch.

 In the kitchen of the house
 mother makes the Christmasschmaus.
 She is working, schufting, bakes
 hit is now her Yoghurtkeks.
 And the Opa says als Tester:
 "We are killed bis to Silvester".
 Then he fills the last Glas wine -
 yes, this is the christmastime!

 Day by day does so vergang,
 and the Holy night does come.
 You can think, you can remember,
 this is immer in Dezember.
 Then the childrenlein are coming
 candle-Wachs is abwärts running.
 Bing of Crosby Christmas sings
 while the Towerglocke rings
 and the angels look so fine -
 well this is the Weihnachtstime.

 Baby-eyes are big and rund,
 the familiy feels kerngesund
 when unterm Weihnachtsbaum are hocking
 then nothing can them ever shocking.
 They are so happy, are so fine -
 this happens in the Chistmastime!

 The animals all in the house,
 the Hund, the Katz, the bird, the mouse,
 are turning round the Weihnachtsstress,
 enjoy this day as no one does,
 well they find Kittekat and Chappi
 in the Geschenkkarton von Pappi.

 The familiy begins to sing
 and wieder does a Glöckchen ring.
 Zum Song vom grünen Tannenbaum
 the Tränen rennen down and down.
 Bis our mother plötzlich flennt:
 "The Christmas-Gans im Ofen brennt!"
 Her nose indeed is very fine -
 Ende of the Weihnachtstime.

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