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.
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