When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter…
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh….
There’s a man looking ’round judging souls,
And he decides who gets toys and who gets coal.
Everybody can be seen from the North Pole.
You will hear the hooves of reindeer touching down
When the man comes around.
You’ll listen from your bed, as cold as ice,
To the tally of each virtue and of each vice.
Will your name be set down among the ‘Nice’,
Or will you shout or pout or cry or frown
When the man comes around?
CHORUS
Hear the jingle, hear the jangle;
One hundred silver bells a-ringing;
Girls and boys are rising as the twelve drummers drum:
Some are ivy and some are holly,
Some are jaded and some are jolly,
The hour of the Man in Red is come.
And the stockings hang by the chimney!
(The children are all trimming their tree.)
The stockings hang by the chimney!
(No sugar-plums will dance that night for thee.)
Until the daybreak, Pedro Negro, Peter Black,
Or the Krampus crams bad children in his sack,
And carries them away upon his back
To beat them, eat them, or to see them drowned
When the man comes around.
Whoever is naughty, let him be naughty still.
Whoever is joyous, let him be joyous still.
Whoever is toyless, let him be toyless still.
The twice-checked list at last shall be unwound
When the man comes around.
CHORUS
A trick on kids, or something more profound,
When the man comes around?
… And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
‘Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night’….
Magnificent. Thanks.
Munificent. Thanks.
Wow.
And…..she’s back. Merry Christmas.
I have been in grading hibernation.
Merry Christmas to you, too, and to all the Korrektiv people!
Merry Christmas, Rachel!
grading hibernation = stony sleep vexed to nightmare
Vexed is right.
I am guessing you speak from experience.
And…..he’s back. Merry Christmas.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
The festive octave’s gastro-coma’s calm
Was vexed to nightmare by a New Year’s Rockin’ Eve….
Your lyrics just got the Babs treatment – we sang duet – it was beautiful.
A perfect fit!
JOB
Wow.
Magnificent. Thanks.
Video. We need the video!
Merry Christmas, Angelico and all!
Oh dear, you actually did it.
Brilliant.