It’s hard to think of anything
But Christmas in December.
There’s so much to look forward to
And so much to remember.
Outside there’s a pine tree standing straight and tall.
It need no decorations–nature’s done it all.
Pinecones on its branches with icicles glistening bright,
Snow upon its needles and birds at rest from flight.
I see it from my window, and take the time to say,
Thank you for your beauty, tree, on this Christmas day.
Hang this on your
To remember how
I used to be.
To remind you of me
Now and then,
And bring fond memories
Each evening when goodnights are said,
Take off one link and hop into bed.
When only the star is left to shine,
When you will know it’s Christmastime!
How many days till Christmas?
It’s mighty hard to tell.
Take off a link every night
When the Sandman casts his spell,
And Christmas Eve will be here
By the time you reach the bell.
Our Christmas wreaths
Are fat and round
Made of woodsy things
We tied brown cones
Upon the green
And stuck red berries
Upon the wreath
For our front door
We tied red ribbon from a store.
Ummm, the smell of Christmas is everywhere I go,
Evergreens and holly, and pretty mistletoe,
Gingerbread and cookies, and fresh pumpkin pie,
Smoke is in the chimney, curling to the sky.
Santa’s sometimes called Kris Kringle.
His merry eyes–oh how they twinkle.
His nose and cheeks are red as a rose,
Which match all his bright red clothes.
Wearing a white beard and boots of black,
He’s a jolly elf carrying his sack.
When he laughs, he “ho, ho, hos,”
From the tip of his hat to the end of his nose.
Good morning to the presents
Good morning to the elves
Good morning to the workshop at the pole.
Good morning to the reindeer
Good morning to the sleigh
Good morning to the Santa we all know!
In Santa’s Workshop
In Santa’s workshop far away,
Ten little elves work night and day.
This little elf makes candy canes,
This little elf builds streamlined trains,
This little elf dips chocolate drops,
This little elf makes lollipops,
This little elf makes great board games,
This little elf gives dolls their names,
This little elf packs each jack-in-the-box,
This little elf sews dolly socks,
This little elf wraps exciting books,
This little elf checks twice and looks,
As Santa packs them in his sleigh,
Ready for you on Christmas Day.
My Peppermint Stick
(to the tune of Brownie Smile)
Oh, I took a lick of my peppermint stick,
and I thought it tasted yummy.
It used to be on my Christmas tree,
but I like it better in my tummy.
Day Before Christmas
We have been helping with the cake
And licking out the pan
And wrapping up our packages
As neatly as we can.
We have hung our stockings up
Beside the open grate.
And now there’s nothing more to do
The Reindeer Pokey
(to the tune of The Hokey Pokey)
You put your antlers in.
You put your antlers out.
You put you antlers in,
And you shake them all about.
You do the Reindeer Pokey,
And you turn yourself around.
That’s what it’s all about!
You put your hooves in….
You put your red nose in….
You put your fluffy tail in…
You put your reindeer body in…
Eight Tiny Reindeer
Eight tiny reindeer in the snow,
Eight tiny reindeer ready to go.
This one has a shiny red nose,
He tells Santa which way the sleigh goes.
This one stamps the ice with his hoof,
He wants to hurry to your roof.
This one holds up his antlers high,
At a signal, he will be ready to fly!
This one makes the sleigh bells ring,
Presents to children he wants to bring.
This one looks above and below,
To warn Santa if the strong wind will blow.
This one stands at attention still,
While Santa the sleigh with toys does fill.
This one pulls at the bit, for he
Wants to start on the long journey.
This one, last of the reindeer band,
Feels the reins pull in Santa’s hands.
With a ho, ho, ho! they are on their way,
And eight tiny reindeer pull the sleigh
To make children happy on Christmas day.
Eight little reindeer pulling Santa’s sled
One fell down and bumped his head.
The elves called Santa and Santa said,
“Can seven little reindeer pull my sled?”
count down the same way until
you get to one little reindeer
One little reindeer pulling Santa’s sled,
He fell down and bumped his head.
The elves called Santa and Santa said,
“Come Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, and Vixen.
Come Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen.”
Santa said, “My reindeer number eight.
We need to go. We can’t be late!
It’s dark this Christmas Eve night.
We need someone to carry a light.
Rudolph, of course you’ll be fine.
Now my reindeer number nine.”
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 little reindeer
Stand beside the gate,
“Hurry, Santa,” said the five,
“So we will not be late!”
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 little reindeer,
Santa said, “Please wait!”
Wait for three more little reindeer,
And then that will make eight.”
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