Dorina: Winter is
beautiful
The moon puts on his hat
That's correct in this weather.
There is cold at the skies
I'm freezing in this cold.
Santa will come
The birds are flying
But I have to say good-bye
Me the little girl!
The moon puts on his hat
That's correct in this weather.
There is cold at the skies
I'm freezing in this cold.
Santa will come
The birds are flying
But I have to say good-bye
Me the little girl!
Christmas Time
(M.N.B.)
Christmas Time for boys and girls
Is a happy day,
For we to go grandmamma's
And eat and sing and play.
Grandma doesn't say to us
'Stop that horrid noise!'
'Cause she understands we can't
When we're only boys.
And she lets the girls play house
In the garret old,
And when they strew things around
Grandma doesn't scold.
But we ought to pick them up
Even on Christmas Day,
For we shouldn't make kind friends
Trouble with our play.
Yes, we love the Christmas time,
Best of all the year,
We have waited for it long,
Now, at last, it's here!
(M.N.B.)
Christmas Time for boys and girls
Is a happy day,
For we to go grandmamma's
And eat and sing and play.
Grandma doesn't say to us
'Stop that horrid noise!'
'Cause she understands we can't
When we're only boys.
And she lets the girls play house
In the garret old,
And when they strew things around
Grandma doesn't scold.
But we ought to pick them up
Even on Christmas Day,
For we shouldn't make kind friends
Trouble with our play.
Yes, we love the Christmas time,
Best of all the year,
We have waited for it long,
Now, at last, it's here!