When the last Kalender-sheets
flattern through the Winter-streets
and Decemberwind is blowing,
then is everybody knowing
that it is not allzuweit:
she does come, the Weihnachtszeit.
All the Menschen, Leute, people
flippen out of ihrem Stuebel
run to Kaufhof, Aldi, Mess
make Konsum and business.
Kaufen this and jenes Ding
and the churchturmglocke rings!
Manche holen sich a Tännchen.
When this brennt, they cry: “Attention!”
Rufen for the Feuerwehr:
“Please come quick and rescue her!”
Goes the Tännchen up in Rauch
they are standing on the Schlauch.
In the kitchen of the house
mother makes the Christmasschmaus.
She is working, schufting, bakes,
hit is now her Yoghurtkeks.
And the Opa says as tester:
“We are killed bis zu Sylvester!”
Then he fills the last Glas Wein,
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 of Crosby Christmas sings
while the towerglocke rings
and the angles look so fine
weil, this is the Weihnachtstime.
Baby-eyes are big and rund,
the family feels kerngesund,
when unterm Baum is hocking-
realy nothing can them shocking.
They are happy, are so fine,
this happens in Christamstime.
The animals all in the house,
the Hund, the Katz, the bird, the mouse,
are turning round the Wiehnachtstree
enjoy the day as ever nie,
weil they find Kittekat and Schappi
in the Geschenkkarton von Pappi.
The family begins to sing
and wieder does a Glöckchen ring.
Zum Song vom grünen Tannenbaum
die Tränen rennen down and down-
bis the mother plötzlich flennt:
“Die Gans im Ofen ist verbrennt!”
because her nose is very fine
wie jedes Jahr zur Christmastime.