Its Christmas.

It's Christmas.
the Jule lights flicker,
on the highlands of Straumen,
its Christmas.

Young and old, busy
drawing sweet little Santa's
while the hustle and bustle
goes on, its Christmas.

I sit,and wonder
the lights prodding from afar,
will Santa come this year?
Its Christmas.

Pepperkake and gløgg to drink,
a present till the twenty-fourth day,
a child lies shivering,with no sweets,
Its Christmas.

You better not shout,
the baby can't cry,
its throat frozen, Santa sighs,
its Christmas.

No candy this year,
Rudolph's wings shattered,
Mama says, 'Oh honey'
Its Christmas.