The Christmas Witch

The Christmas Witch

Be quiet, little Children

        Be still; don’t twitch

For coming your way

        Is the Christmas Witch

A gnarled green creature

        With horns on its head

And eyes that flash

        In festive red

The ugliest hag

        That you ever did see,

But she’s bringing lots of presents

        For you and me

From far up north

        On her Snow Shovel

She visits each mansion

        Each apartment and hovel

Be good now Children

        And don’t let her see you

Or she’ll turn you to stone

        Before you can count two

The presents she brings

        Just serve as bait

Under the tree

        She’ll wait and wait

And Oh! Hear the screams

        On Christmas morn!

Hear them running down stairs

        To their parents’ scorn

Will the witch be there?

        Is it you she has chosen

To grace her garden

        A gnome forever frozen

So be quiet little children

        Be still; don’t twitch

Coming tonight

        Is the Christmas Witch.