It's Christmas like every year,
and Santa Claus is coming with a reindeer.
And the houses is so clear
with a mother, she is so dear.
The Christmas markets are so wonderful,
with fairy lights so beautiful.
The ranks are smelling like punch,
and people are buying it for brunch.
You see on every child’s face a smile,
and it's for Santa just a mile.
In a foggy night you see on sky a red shine,
maybe it's from the mulled wine.
On Christmas eve kids and adults run to the Christmas tree,
and smile so bright because the presents are free.
All say thanks to Santa and Rudolf,
and nobody cries like a baby wolf.
by Paul & Jonas