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.
Merry Christmas