Christmas Poem |
| Der night next vas Chistmas Der Night it vas shtill; Der shtockings ver hung By der chimney to fill. Noddink vas shturring At all in der house For fear do Saint Nicholas Vas nix komm heraus. Der childrun ver dried Und gone to der bed Und mutter in nightgown Und I on ahead Vas searching around In der trunk for der toys Und ve crept around kviet Not to make any noise. Now mutter vas carrying All der toys in her gown Und showink her person From up her vaist down Venn as ve komm near Der crip uff our boy Our youngest und shveetest Our pride und our choy. His eyes ver vide open As he peeked from his cot Und seen efferytink dot His mutter has got. But he didn't even notice Der toys in her lap. He chust asked, "Vot is Dat liddle fur cap?" Und mutter said, "Hush" Und den laffed mit delight "I tink I giff dot To you fotter tonight." |
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