Nursery Wonders

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 little reindeer
hold fingers up one at a time
Stand beside the sleigh.
"Hurry, Santa," said the five
"So we will not be late!"
make a fist
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 little reindeer,
pop fingers up one by one
Santa said, "Please wait!
Wait for three more little reindeer,
And then that will make eight."
hold up three more fingers.

Here is the chimney
(make fist, enclosing thumb inside fist)
Here is the top.
(place palm of other hand on top of fist)
Open the lid,
(remove top hand quickly)
Out Santa will pop.
(pop up thumb).

Oh! You better watch out,
You better not cry,
You better not pout,
I'm telling you why:

Santa Claus is coming to town!

He's making a list,
He's checking it twice,
He's gonna find out
who's naughty or nice.

Santa Claus is coming to town!

He sees you when you're sleeping,
He knows when you're awake.
He knows when you've been bad or good,
So be good for goodness sake!

So...You better watch out,
You better not cry
You better not pout,
I'm telling you why.

Santa Claus is coming to town.

Little tin horns,
Little toy drums.
Rudy-toot-toot
and rummy tum tums.

Santa Claus is coming to town.

Little toy dolls
that cuddle and coo,
Elephants, boats
and Kiddie cars too.

Santa Claus is coming to town.

The kids in Girl and Boy Land
will have a jubilee.
They're gonna build a toyland town
all around the Christmas tree.

Oh....You better watch out,
You better not cry.
You better not pout,
I'm telling you why.

Santa Claus is comin'
Santa Claus is comin'
Santa Claus is comin'
To town.

You'd better give up
On Christmas this year
You haven't a chance
With relatives here
Sam and Roz are coming to town

They're bringing their kids
To add to your fun
They're staying ten days
You thought it was one
Sam and Roz are coming to town

They'll monopolize your bathroom
They'll destroy your solitude
They will eat you out of house and home
Then complain about the food

There's only one way
To save your Noel
You give `em your house
You take a hotel
Sam and Roz are coming to town

The last thing I remember
I think it was mid-December
I rolled out of bed to take on another day
Of bills to pay
Oh,I should have noticed the signs
When reading the morning headlines
But all I could see is what mattered then and there
Like what to wear
Before I left for work I kissed my wife and kids good-bye
But fumbling for my keys my eyes were drawn up to the sky
Sky is blackened,could it be a thunderstorm,it looks like rain
Wind is twirling,clouds are swirling could it be a hurricane
I pulled my self together
said it was just the weather
Cause I never dreamed it could be my final day,to live that way
Yeah I went to church on Sundays
Believed there was only one way
But when it began I guess I was in denial,for just a while
So I turned on the radio to occupy my mind
But as I drove to work,my thoughts were pulled back to the sky
Sky is blackened,could it be a thunderstorm,looks like rain
Wind is twirling,clouds are swirling,could it be a hurricane
The suddenly the sun eclipsed and tremors struck the ground
As brilliant light had split the sky I heard the trumpet sound
Halleluia,Halle-Halleluia O the angels sing
Halleluia,Halle-Halleluia finally redeemed
Halleluia,Halle-Halleluia prophecy fulfilled
Revelation,Revelation,Revelation,Revelation,Amen!!!!!!!!!

Over the river and through the woods
To Grandmother's house we go.
The horse knows the way
To carry the sleigh
Through the white and drifted snow, O!
Over the river and through the woods
Oh, how the wind does blow.
It stings the nose
And bites the toes
As over the ground we go.

Over the river and through the woods
Trot fast my dapple gray.
Spring over the ground
Like a hunting hound
On this Thanksgiving Day, Hey!
Over the river and through the woods
Now Grandmother's face I spy.
Hurrah for the fun,
Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie.

Night walks with a heavy step
Round yard and hearth,
As the sun departs from earth,
Shadows are brooding.
There in our dark house,
Walking with lit candles,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia!

Night walks grand, yet silent,
Now hear its gentle wings,
In every room so hushed,
Whispering like wings.
Look, at our threshold stands,
White-clad with light in her hair,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia!

Darkness shall take flight soon,
From earth's valleys.
So she speaks a
Wonderful Word to us:
A new day will rise again
From the rosy sky
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia!

Hello New Year
Hello New Year
Good bye old
Good bye old
Hello New Year
Hello New Year
We're glad you're here
We're glad you're here

A New Year is beginning,
Be joyful, one and all!
Then turn and face each other
And share this friendly call:
I wish a happy New Year,
A glad New Year,
A bright New Year;
I wish a happy New Year,
A glad New Year to you!

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,

We'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne

Again we assemble, a merry New Year
To wish to each one of the family here,
Whether man, woman, or girl, or boy,
That long life and happiness all may enjoy;
May they of potatoes and herrings have plenty,
With butter and cheese, and each other dainty;
And may their sleep never, by night or day,
Disturbed be by even the tooth of a flea:
Until at the Quaaltagh again we appear,
To wish you, as now, all a happy New Year.

My Honey went over the ocean,
My Honey went over the seas.
My Honey went over the ocean,
Honey, please come back to me.

Come back,
Come Back,
Oh come back my Honey to me, to me.
Come back,
Come Back,
Oh come back my Honey to me, to me.

Last night as I looked at your pillow,
Last night as I lay on my bed,
Last night as I looked at your pillow,
I wish you were next to my head.

Come back,
Come Back,
Oh come back my Honey to me, to me.
Come back,
Come Back,
Oh come back my Honey to me, to me.

I am sure you would come back to me,
I am sure you would not leave me,
I am sure you would come back to me,
So Honey, please make it a reality.

Come back,
Come Back,
Oh come back my Honey to me, to me.
Come back,
Come Back,
Oh come back my Honey to me, to me.

These are the little mornings,
That King David used to sing,
And on the Day of your Saint,
We sing them to you.

Wake up, my dear, wake up!
Look, it's already dawning,
The little birds are already singing,
The moon has gone away.

Father calls me William,
sister calls me Will,
Mother calls me Willie,
but the fellers call me Bill!
Mighty glad I ain't a girl
ruther be a boy,
Without them sashes, curls,
an' things that 's worn by Fauntleroy!
Love to chawnk green apples
an' go swimmin' in the lake
Hate to take the castor-ile
they give for bellyache!
'Most all the time, the whole year round,
there ain't no flies on me,
But jest 'fore Christmas
I'm as good as I kin be!

Got a yeller dog named Sport,
sick him on the cat;
First thing she knows
she doesn't know where she is at!
Got a clipper sled,
an' when us kids goes out to slide,
'Long comes the grocery cart,
an' we all hook a ride!
But sometimes when the grocery man
is worrited an' cross,
He reaches at us with his whip,
an' larrups up his hoss,
An' then I laff an' holler,
"Oh, ye never teched me!"
But jest 'fore Christmas
I'm as good as I kin be!

Gran'ma says she hopes
that when I git to be a man,
I'll be a missionarer
like her oldest brother, Dan,
As was et up by the cannibuls
that lives in Ceylon's Isle,
Where every prospeck pleases,
an' only man is vile!
But gran'ma she has never been
to see a Wild West show,
Nor read the Life of Daniel Boone,
or else I guess she'd know
That Buff'lo Bill an' cowboys
is good enough for me!
Excep' jest 'fore Christmas,
when I'm good as I kin be!

And then old Sport he hangs around,
so solemnlike an' still,
His eyes they seem a-sayin':
"What's the matter, little Bill?"
The old cat sneaks down off her perch
an' wonders what's become
Of them two enemies of hern
that used to make things hum!
But I am so perlite
an' tend so earnestly to biz,
That mother says to father:
"How improved our Willie is!"
But father, havin'
been a boy hisself, suspicions me
When, jest 'fore Christmas,
I'm as good as I kin be!

For Christmas, with its lots an' lots
of candies, cakes, an' toys,
Was made, they say, for proper kids
an' not for naughty boys;
So wash yer face an' bresh yer hair,
an' mind yer p's and q's,
An' don't bust out yer pantaloons,
and don't wear out yer shoes;
Say "Yessum" to the ladies,
and "Yessur" to the men,
An' when they's company,
don't pass yer plate for pie again;
But, thinkin' of the things
yer'd like to see upon that tree,
Jest 'fore Christmas
be as good as yer kin be!

January brings the snow that,
Makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain that,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
March brings breezes sharp and shrill that,
Shake the dancing daffodil.

April brings the primrose sweet and,
Scatters daisies at our feet.

May brings flocks of pretty lambs,
Skipping by their fleecy dams.

June brings tulips, lilies, roses that,
Fill the children's hands with posies.
Hot July brings cooling showers,
Apricots and gillyflowers.
August brings the sheaves of corn and
Then the harvest home is borne.
Warm September brings the fruit.
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.

Brown October brings the pheasant.
Then to gather nuts is pleasant.
Dull November brings the blast.
Then the leaves go whirling past.

Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire and Christmas treat.

It's a world of laughter
A world of tears
It's a world of hopes
And a world of fears
There's so much that we share
That it's time we're aware
It's a small world after all

It's a small world after all
It's a small world after all
It's a small world after all
It's a small, small world

There is just one moon
And one golden sun
And a smile means
Friendship to every one
Though the mountains divide
And the oceans are wide
It's a small world after all

It's a small world after all
It's a small world after all
It's a small world after all
It's a small, small world

I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day in the morning.

And what was in those ships all three?
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
And what was in those ships all three?
On Christmas day in the morning.

Our Savior, Christ, and His Lady,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
Our Savior, Christ, and His Lady,
On Christmas day in the morning.

Pray, whither sailed those ships all three?
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
Pray, whither sailed those ships all three?
On Christmas day in the morning.

O, they sailed to Bethlehem,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
O, they sailed to Bethlehem,
On Christmas day in the morning.

And all the bells on earth shall ring,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
And all the bells on earth shall ring,
On Christmas day in the morning.

And all the angels in Heaven shall sing,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
And all the angels in Heaven shall sing,
On Christmas day in the morning.

Then let us all rejoice and amain,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
Then let us all rejoice amain,
On Christmas day in the morning.

And all the souls on earth shall sing,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
And all the souls on earth shall sing,
On Christmas day in the morning.

I am Little Vincent
And I come to sing
And to the child who is crying,
To quiet him.
And to the child who is crying,
To quiet him.

My sun, sun, sun, sun.
My sun, sun, sun, sun.
Don't cry, my love.
Don't cry anymore, don't.
Don't cry, my love.
Don't cry anymore, don't.