When the snow is covering our path,
And the houses grows too cold,
We all meet in our family house.
For days we cook and bake,
Ribs and chocolate cookies,
Potato's and Christmas bread.
And in the snowy morning,
Of the twentyfourth,
We see whats in our stockings.
Mother sets a feast of candy,
Right on the kitchen table,
And all morning we eat.
When the afternoon comes,
Precisely at six'o clock,
We start the fears of dinner.
When we are full of food,
We roll to the sofa's and-
There we cheer with wine.
At eight o'clock gifts!
One person calls out names,
And we all watch as they unwrap.
When it is all over we cheer again,
With vodka mum has made,
Tasting like oranges, yum.
And on the twentyfifth,
We wake up with -
A bloody hangover.
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