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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