When the last Kalendersheets
Flattern through the winterstreets
And Decemberwind is blowing
Then ist everybody knowing
That it is not allzuweit
She does come, the Weihnachtzeit.
All the Menschen, Leute, people
Flippen out of ihr warm Stüble.
Run to Kaufhof, Aldi, Mess
Make Konsum and business,
Kaufen this and jene things
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 off in Rauch,
They are standing on the Schlauch.
In the kitchen of the house
Mother makes the Christmasschmaus.
She is working, schufts and bakes -
The hit is now her Joghurtkeks.
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 December.
Then the childrenlein are coming
Candle-Wachs is abwärts running.
Bing Crosby of Christmas sings
While the Towerglocke rings.
And the angels look so fine -
Well this is the Weihnachtstime.
Baby-eyes are kugelrund.
The family feels kerngesung.
When unterm Weihnachtsbaum they’re hocking
Then nothing can them ever shocking.
They are happy, are so fine.
This happens in the Christmastime.
The animals all in the house
The Hund, the Katz, the bird, the mouse
Are running durch the ganze Haus
And looking for the Christmas-Schmaus.
And they find Kitekat and Chappi
In the Geschenkkarton von Papi.
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.
END OF THE WEIHNACHTSTIME!