Who comes this way so blithe and gay,
Upon the merry Christmas day;
So merrily, so cheerily,
With his peaked hat and reindeer sleigh;
With pretty toys for girls and boys,
As pretty as you e'er did see?
Oh, this is Santa Claus' man,
Kriss Kringle with his Christmas tree.
Oh, ho, oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.
Then jingle, jingle, jing, jing, jing;
Right merry we shall be,
Yes, jingle, jingle, come, Kriss Kringle,
Come with your Christmas tree;
And welcome, welcome, welcome, Kriss,
Right welcome you shall be.
O there he is, yes, yes, 'tis Kriss,
'Tis Kriss with the Christmas tree;
The Christmas tree, the Christmas tree,
The Christmas tree, the Christmas tree.
His sleigh bells ring with a merry ding,
As off its reefs the reindeers spring;
Gee up, gee ho, how swiftly they go
Over the ice and drifts of snow.
For he must call on one and all,
His master's pretty pets you see;
For he is Santa Claus' man,
Kriss Kringle with his Christmas tree.-Chorus.
With cakes and plums, trumpets and drums,
And lots of pretty things he comes;
So now be quick, your places take,
And all a merry circle make.
For now he's near, he'll soon appear,
And we his jolly face shall see;
Oh, welcome Santa Claus' man,
Kriss Kringle with his Christmas tree.-Chorus