To this overly cautious young chap
Who inquired if she would mayhap
Squeal for help if he kissed her
She replied, "I would mister
But I must'nt disturb Daddy's nap."
Three kings of Orient are
With gifts we travel afar
Field and fountain
Moor and mountain
Following yonder star
Born on Bethlehem's plain
I've gold to crown him again
King forever
Ceasing never
Over us all to reign
Incense to offer have I
To honor a deity nigh
Prayer and praising
All men raising
Worship him God most high
Myrrh is bitter perfume
It breathes of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing
Bleeding, dying
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb
So glorious behold him rise
King, and God, and Sacrifice
Alleluia
Alleluia
Earth to heaven replies
O wondrous star of night
With royal beauty bright
Westward leading
Still proceeding
Show us the Perfect Light
There once was a wreath named Jo
She was proud of her big, red bow
Her circle of greenery
Made beautiful scenery
In the light of the fireplace glow.
A confused, young elf from Norway
Stood in the midst of the doorway
He didn't know
Which way to go
He wanted to know what would Thor say?
There once was an elf from Perth
Who was rather well-known for his girth
He ate Turkish Delight
All day and all night
Till he was as big as the earth!
There once was a snowman named Pete
He had a just fear of the heat
When he was afraid
He ran for the shade
And covered himself with a sheet.
There once was an elf from Helsinki
He picked at his nose with his pinkie
But when it got stuck
His friend muttered, "Yuck."
And went back to eating his Twinkie.
There once was a reindeer named Peter
He drank chocolate milk by the liter
Burgers & fries
And hot apple pies
He was the North Pole's best eater.
There was a young elf named Jangles
Whose hair was always in tangles
But she didn't care
'Cause she liked to wear
Ribbons, and bows, and bangles.
The stockings were hung with care
With hope St. Nick would be there
All those in the house
(Including the mouse)
Went to bed with a heart-felt prayer.
There was a young elf named McWeezer
His job was to clean Santa's freezer
It's sad, but it's true
His nose, it turned blue
He was, we know now, quite the sneezer.
There once was a snowman named Vince
But no one has talked to him since
Without any sound
He ate a whole pound
Of super-hot cinnamon mints!
There once was an elf named Lou
He made the best holiday stew
The one secret spice
That made it so nice
Was dust from Santa's left shoe!