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
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