It was Christmas Eve in Norway in a Christmas forest stood A humble wooden cottage Sadly lacking Christmas mood In this poor accommodation under drifts of Christmas snow Christmas kerosene is lacking Lamps begin to lose their glow Shivering mother frail and toothless sucks some crumbs of moldy cake While old father cold and hungry Dreams of old times Christmas steak Through the cracked and frosty windows Christmas stars shine clear and bright On the old folk Christmas tears which are plentiful to night There is a lack of Christmas spirits round the old man and his spouse For the empty Christmas pantry could not even feed a mouse
Starving Christmas birds have vanished yet fowl swearing can be heard Over last year's ancient wheat sheaf which has fooled a bull finch bird Suddenly the peace is broken by the sound of jingling bells One can hear a sleigh horse trotting until Christmas silence tells That a journey now has ended for a guest from far away And he's singing in high spirits A bright Christmas roundelay Through the door intoxicated by too many Christmas beers Sways a wolf fur wearing person while through misty specks he peers It's the old folk's only offspring and the county's blackest sheep Whom they all believed was stranded on cruel Fate's huge garbage heap
He who never wrote a letter not in four and twenty years Now he whispers:" Mother! Father! " Shedding lots of Christmas tears Foul cigar smoke clogs his bronchi And the Yule lump in his throat While he opens up his suitcase Shipped from USA by boat Christmas gifts are in abundance from their son in Stetson hat Mom and dad had sets of false teeth and rice pudding dressed with fat Christmas candles from Chicago Brighten up with Christmas light As they sing a Christmas carol ' Bout the Silent Holy Night Christmas joy and Christmas spirit made this Christmas day a ball So it ended as it should end it was Christmas after all.
