Noch ein Gedicht

[chatangel]

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 Manor, Migros, Mess,

make Konsum and business,

kaufen this und jene Dings

and the Church-Turm-Glocken rings

 

Manche holen sich a Tännchen

when this brennt, they cry "Attention!

" rufen for the Feuerwehr

"Please come quick to löschen here!"

goes the Tännchen of in Rauch

they are standing on the Schlauch.

 

In the kitchen of the house

Mother makes the Christmas-Schmaus.

She is working, schufting, bakes,

Hit is now her Joghurt-Keks

and the Opa says als Tester:

"We are killed bis to Silvester."

then he fills the last Glas of wine -

Yes, this is the Christmas-Time.

Day by day does so vergang

and the Holy Night does come.

You can think, you can remember -

this is immer so in Dezember

 

Then the childerlein are coming,

Candle-Wachs is abwärts running,

Bing of Crosby Christmas sings

while the Tower-Glocke rings

and the angels look so fine -

well, this is the Weihnachtstime.

 

Baby-eyes are big and rund,

the family feels kerngesund

when unterm Weihnachtsbaum are hocking

then nothing can them ever shocking.

They are so happy, are so fine -

this happens in the Christmastime

 

The animals all in the house,

the Hund, the Katz, the bird, the mouse

are turning round the Weihnachtsstress

enjoy this day as never nie.

Well, they find Kittekat and Chappi

in the Geschenkkarton von Papi.

 

The family 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