Gedicht


When the last Kalender-sheets, flattern through the winter-streets
and December wind is blowing - then it is not allzuweit:
she does come, the Weihnachtszeit.

All the Menschen, Leute, people - flippen out of ihr warm Stübl,
run to Aldi, to the Mess - make Konsum and business.
Kaufen this and jenes Dings - and the churchturmglocke rings!

Manche holen sich a Tännschen - when this brennt, they cry "Attention!"
Rufen for the Feuerwehr: "Please come quick to löschen her!"
Goes the Tännschen of 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 Buttercakes.
And the Opa says as Tester: "They are killed bis to Silvester"
Then he fills the last Glas wine - 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 angels look so fine - well this is the Weihnachtstime.

Baby-eyes are big und 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 Weihnachtstree - enjoy this day as never nie,
well they find Kittekat and Schappi - in the Geschenkkarton vom Pappi.

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 - Ende of the Weihnachtstime.