When the wind from the north blows and howls at my door;
When Dad brings more wood and the fire starts to roar . . .
When the days become short, the nights become long
And the teacher is teaching a new Christmas song . . .
When the school Christmas concert seems not far away,
And I’m Joseph once more in the school's Christmas play . . .
When Mum makes the pudding and we all have a stir
And when Dad then arrives with a wonderful fir . . .
When we make Christmas cards and take them to post,
It’s the time of the year that we children like most.
There’s a man wrapping gifts and preparing his sleigh
And he, too, knows it’s not long until Christmas day.
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