Christmas at Punkin Holler

by Elizabeth F. Guptill

Just⁹ behold that Christmas tree, loaded¹⁰ down for you and me,

Presents¹¹ hanging from its boughs for great and small.

There are dolls¹² and toys and drums, apples, cakes, and sugarplums,

Something nice¹³ is there, I’m sure, for one and all.¹⁴

Santa Claus¹⁵ is drawing near. He will be here, never fear¹⁶.

With a pack¹⁷ well loaded, he’ll come down¹⁸ the flue.

Soon we’ll hear¹⁹ his sleighbells’ chime, while the reindeer’s²⁰ hoofs beat time,

And whatever²¹ you want most he’ll bring to you²².

(In singing, let some do the motions well, some awkwardly, while some exaggerate them.)