Sung to Silver Bells . . .
All together now . . . and a 1, and a 2, and a . . .
Christmas tree lights. Holiday lights.
Hung in tangled-up style.
In the air there's a feeling of tension.
Hans is laughing. Kath is stressing. Are we having fun yet?
During these times at our house you'll hear . . .
Hang them here. No not there.
It's Christmas time at the Schmoldt house.
Plug them in. They don't work.
Soon it will be Christmas Day.
Lots of eggnog in a moose cup should relax all our nerves.
As two Boxers look on in amazement.
Stella's whining. Peeka's howling.
As Hans barks at them both.
And above all this noise you'll hear . . .
Take them down. No I won't.
It's Christmas time at the Schmoldt house.
They look great. No they don't.
Soon it will be Christmas Day.
We have finished. With the lighting, It is time to relax.
In the air there's a scent of wires burning.
What do I smell? Alarms are blaring.
There is smoke in the air.
As the lights catch on fire outside.
Get the hose. Call 9-1-1.
It's Christmas time at the Schmoldt house.
I told you so. It's not my fault.
Soon it will be Christmas Day.
Merry Christmas
from
HansMan & Kathy
Stella & PeekaBoo