[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Waxen cloth on table lying, under lamplight softly glowing,
Scissors, knives, and pots of glue by colored paper flowing.
Felt of green and red and gold in little piles is waiting,
Two small heads are bent in work, their happy voices mating.
Hearts of paper, twisted, turning, chains of circles linking,
Funny creatures, felt on paper, lovingly are thinking.
[Verse 2]
Brother, six, and sister, five, in their own world are living,
Trading wants for this design, a happy memory giving.
“Make a star like last year’s,” says she, “the one that shone so brightly,”
“No, a reindeer!” he insists, and cuts the felt so sprightly.
Gifts for uncles, aunts, and grands, with careful concentration,
Lost within their shared intent, a joyful collaboration.
[Instrumental]
[Verse 3]
Something like a being forms from scraps of felt and paper,
Smiling as their scissors shape this happy Christmas caper.
Then the door swings open wide, a new aroma finding,
Mother’s hands bring gingerbread, the spicy sweetness binding.
Shapes of men and frosted trees upon the cloth she places,
Interrupting with a love that all their work embraces.