The baby Jesus is coming …

The baby Jesus is coming soon.
We'll get fir trees from the forest,
For a wreath so round and fine,
Four red candles are lit on it.

We'll light the first one today,
Sunday's the second,
By the third one,
your whole face is already shining,
Because it all smells like Christmas.

And when the fourth one's turned on,
Then the bells ring for Christmas Eve.

Grandma and Grandpa wish you a Merry Christmas!

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