Industry of Christmas

INDUSTRY OF CHRISTMAS Cut down the pine! That one’s for me. Lovely needles — so fresh and free. A s p r i t z of h o l i d a y esprit. O Christmas tree! O Christmas tree! Harness him with silver bell rows - Dear Rudolph, master of blind-snow. In dark W i n t e r, oh how it glows. A red-red nose! A red-red nose! While we repose, he rides the chutes, Working, down the chimney he scoots. S a n t a in his h o l i d a y s u i t And fur-lined boots! And fur-lined boots! A m e r r y, smiling, k i n d l y bloke, Loves with great fervor the poor folk. Smells of cookies, milk and nog yolk. And chimney smoke! And chimney smoke! Elves polish the sleigh and explore. Dear old S a n t a, as their mentor, Jumps in and teaches them to soar. With gifts galore! With gifts galore! 12/2/2017 Monotetra Form