Father Christmas

[Mummel]

I was just so beautiful at mulled wine,
I heard the door knock on the door.
I went outside and looked who was standing there,
It was the Christmas man with ner pulle in the hand.
He had already loaded a lot and lost his thread constantly with his texts.
He asked me with my 33 year,
Whether I was always beautiful.
I asked him in, we sat down and sang a few pubs.
Then we tested from time to time, if you can also drink the mulled wine.
In between, he swallowed all over the fast, 3 double grain and 2 small bright.
And when the mulled wine was drunk,
His look has hit the whiskey.
He likes to cost a little,
Otherwise his limbs would froze in the cold.
And so we tasted cherry, fern, pfeffi and vodka with ei.
And between all the glasses-the empty,
He thinks he must give the children.
I then brought him to the door, and there he sung the song of the holy night.
The neighbors grew lively and threw themselves down as thanks to flowers and pots.
This is how it goes now every year ...
The Christmas man is also no longer what he was once :-))