a little Christmas Gedicht

  • Little Christmas Gedicht

    When the last Kalendersheets
    flattern through the winterstreets
    and Dezemberwind is blowing,
    then ist everybody knowing
    that it is not allzuweit -
    she does come the Weihnachtszeit.

    All the Menschen, Leute, people
    flippen out of ihr warm Stüble,
    run to Kaufhof, Aldi, Mess,
    make Konsum and business,
    kaufen this und jene things
    and the churchturmglocke rings.

    Manche holen sich a Tännchen,
    when this brennt they cry "Attention".
    Rufen for the Feuerwehr
    "Please come quick to löschen her!"
    Goes the Tännchen off in Rauch
    they are standing on the Schlauch.

    In the kitchen of the house
    mother makes the Christmasschmaus.
    She is working, schufts and bakes,
    the hit is now her Joghurtkeks
    and the Opa says als Tester:
    "We 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 Dezember.

    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 kugelrund,
    the family feels kerngesund,
    when unterm Weihnachtsbaum they're hocking
    then nothing can them ever shocking.
    They are happy, are so fine
    this happens in the christmastime.

    The animals all in the house,
    the Hund, the Katz, the bird, the Maus,
    are turning round the Weihnachtsstress,
    enjoy this as never nie
    well they find Kitekat and Chappi
    in the Geschenkkarton of Papi.

    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


    Grüße Sascha

    Gruß Sascha

    Bunt ist das Dasein und granatenstark!
    Volle Kanne, Hoschi! :sonne: