Fred Claus
The little boy was more confused than ever before, Surely a festival must mean something more, What his grandpa said, seemed to make little sense, It seemed like something badly conjured up in defence. So he went back to nagging
Rudolf
All around him, the houses abounded with festoons and bunting, And from every roof, miniature bells and stars were hanging, He had seen all this for quite some years now, But had never understood the significance of it somehow. All