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O Tannenbaum (Oh Christmas Tree)

O Tannenbaum (Oh Christmas Tree)

O Tannenbaum (Oh Christmas Tree)

DESCRIPTION: German Christmas song, known in English as "Oh Christmas Tree." In praise of the evergreen's ability to keep its needles all year long: "O tannenbaum, o tannenbaum, Wie treu sind deine blatter...."
AUTHOR: unknown
EARLIEST DATE: 1799 (tune, "Melodien zum Mildheimischen Liederbuche"; lyrics published 1820)
KEYWORDS: Christmas nonballad foreignlanguage
FOUND IN: Germany
REFERENCES (4 citations):
Silber/Silber-FolksingersWordbook, p. 374, "Oh Tannenbaum (Oh Christmas Tree)" (1 text)
Fuld-BookOfWorldFamousMusic, pp. 355-357, "Maryland, My Maryland -- (O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum!; Lauriger Horatius)"
Averill-CampSongsFolkSongs, p. 456, "O Tannenbaum" (notes only; Averill does not record scouts singing this song, but they heavily borrowed the tune)
ADDITIONAL: Ian Bradley, _The Penguin Book of Carols_ (1999), #56, "O Tannenbaum" (1 text)

CROSS-REFERENCES:
cf. "Maryland! My Maryland" (tune)
cf. "Chamber Lye" (tune)
cf. "The Kinkaiders" (tune)
cf. "General Lee's Wooing" (tune)
cf. "Mule" (tune)
cf. "My Delaware" (tune)
SAME TUNE:
Maryland! My Maryland (File: RJ19130)
Chamber Lye (File: RL659)
The Kinkaiders (File: San278)
General Lee's Wooing (File: SBoA233)
Mule ("The Mule He Is a Funny Sight") (File: MHAp225)
Softly Falls the Light of Day (File: ACSF456S)
The Song of Iowa (by S. H. M. Byers) (William E. Studwell and Bruce R. Schueneman, _State Songs of the United States: An Annotated Anthology_, The Haworth Press, 1997, p. 36; also in WIkipedia)
Lutefisk, O Lutefisk (Pankake/Pankake-PrairieHomeCompanionFolkSongBook, p. 20)
O Tom the Toad (Pankake/Pankake-PrairieHomeCompanionFolkSongBook, p. 50)
P.S. 52 (Pankake/Pankake-PrairieHomeCompanionFolkSongBook, p. 102)
National Embalming School (Pankake/Pankake-PrairieHomeCompanionFolkSongBook, p. 125)
New Mexico, We Love You (Pankake/Pankake-PrairieHomeCompanionFolkSongBook, p. 251)
The Red Flag (by Joe Hill) (William M. Adler, _The Man Who Never Died: The Life, Times, and Legacy of Joe Hill, American Labor Icon_, pp. 335-336)
Heaven, My Home ("There is a land of joy and peace") (Wolf-AmericanSongSheets p. 58)
Maryland ("Oh, how I wish that strife would cease") (Wolf-AmericanSongSheets p. 95)
Maryland, My Maryland ("The rebel horde is on thy shore") (by Septimus Winner) (Wolf-AmericanSongSheets p. 95)
My Fifty-Third ("Respectfully Dedicated to the 53rd Regt. P[ennsylvania] V[olunteers] by Levi J. Fritz") (Wolf-AmericanSongSheets p. 102)
My Maryland ("My barefoot bands are on they shore," by "Stone-Wall Jackson") (Wolf-AmericanSongSheets p. 104)
The People to the President ("Oh, let the Constitution stand") (Wolf-AmericanSongSheets p. 126)
Sheridan! Cavalry Sheridan! ("Come! Soldier's all, lets sing this song" [sic.]) (Wolf-AmericanSongSheets p. 140)
To Sauerwein ("The Union men have left the floor") (Wolf-AmericanSongSheets, p. 195)
A Voice from the Old Maryland Line ("The Old Line's foot i on thy shore," by N. G. R[idgeley]) (Wolf-AmericanSongSheets, p. 196)
Roosevelt 1912 campaign song ("Thou wilt not cower in the dust, Roosevelt, O Roosevelt!") (Paul F. Boller, Jr., _Presidential Campaigns_, second revised edition, Oxford University Press, p. 193)
The Song of Iowa (Iowa's state song; lyrics by Samuel Hawkins Marshall Byers, 1897) (see William E. Studwell and Bruce R. Schueneman, _State Songs of the Unites States: An Annotated Anthology_, The Haworth Press, 1997, p. 35; tune on p. 114)
Michigan, My Michigan ("A song to thee, fair State of mine") (William E. Studwell and Bruce R. Schueneman, _State Songs of the Unites States: An Annotated Anthology_, The Haworth Press, 1997, pp. 45-46. The notes claim a tune by William Otto Miessner, but although it may have been published with another tune, it was clearly modeled on "Maryland, My Maryland" and this melody)
Ode to New Jersey ("The rolling wave is on thy shore, Jerseyland, my Jerseyland") (William E. Studwell and Bruce R. Schueneman, _State Songs of the Unites States: An Annotated Anthology_, The Haworth Press, 1997, p. 53; tune on p. 160)
The Tide Rolls In ("The Prohibition tide comes in, It's rolling in, it's rolling in") (by H. Anna Brunner) (Anna Adams Gordon, _Popular Campaign Songs_, National W.C.T.U. Publishing House, 1915, p. 11)
Motherland (by Rev. Allan Eastman Cross) ("Oh beautiful! Beyond compare, Motherland, my Motherland!") (Colonial-Dames-AmericanWarSongs, p. 168)
Epworth League, My Epworth League (Harbin-Parodology, #139, p. 42)
O Pumpkin Cards (cf. Averill-CampSongsFolkSongs, p. 457)
Pioneers, Oh Pioneers ("Oh, the finest army in the land, Pioneers, oh Pioneers") (Zander/Klusmann-CampSongsNThings, p. 82)
The Morning Prayer ("Lord, in thos morning hour I pray") (Zander/Klusmann-CampSongsNThings, p. 110)
NOTES [77 words]: Ian Bradley, in The Penguin Book of Carols, attributes the "O Tannenbaum" words to Ernst Anschütz in 1824, but Fuld offers the 1820 date, and I'm more inclined to trust him.
Both dates seem surprisingly early; according to Ruth Binney, Nature's Way: lore, legend, fact and fiction, David and Charles, 2006, p. 176, the Christmas tree (as opposed to simply bringing in evergreen boughs) was introduced to England by Albert, the husband of Queen VIctoria. - RBW
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O Come, All Ye Faithful

O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,
Come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem.
Come and behold Him, born the King of angels;

Refrain

O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.

True God of true God, Light from Light Eternal,
Lo, he shuns not the Virgin's womb;
Son of the Father, begotten, not created;

Refrain

Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation;
Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above!
Glory to God, all glory in the highest;

Refrain

See how the shepherds, summoned to His cradle,
Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze;
We too will thither bend our joyful footsteps;

Refrain

Child, for us sinners poor and in the manger,
We would embrace Thee, with love and awe;
Who would not love Thee, loving us so dearly?

Refrain

Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, born this happy morning;
Jesus, to Thee be glory given;
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing.

Refrain


Angels, From the Realms of Glory

Angels, from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight o'er all the earth;
Ye, who sang creation's story,
Now proclaim Messiah's birth:
Come and worship,
Come and worship
Worship Christ, the new-born King.

Shepherds in the field abiding,
Watching o'er your flocks by night,
God with man is now residing;
Yonder shines the infant Light:

Sages, leave your contemplations,
Brighter visions beam afar:
Seek the great Desire of nations;
Ye have seen his natal star:

Saints before the altar bending,
Watching long in hope and fear,
Suddenly the Lord, descending,
In his temple shall appear.

The First Noel

The first Noel, the angel did say,
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay;
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep,
On a cold winter's night that was so deep.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

They looked up and saw a star
Shining in the East, beyond them far;
And to the earth it gave great light,
And so it continued both day and night.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

And by the light of that same star,
Three wise men came from country far;
To seek for a King was their intent,
And to follow the star wherever it went.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

This star drew night to the northwest,
O'er Bethlehem it took its rest;
And there it did both stop and stay,
Right over the place where Jesus lay.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

Then entered in those wise men three,
Full reverently upon their knee;
And offered there in his presence,
Their gold, and myrrh, and frankincense.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.


Good Christian Men, Rejoice
Good Christian men, rejoice,
With heart and soul, and voice;
Give ye heed to what we say:
Jesus Christ is born to-day;
Ox and ass before him bow,
And he is in the manger now.
Christ is born to-day!
Christ is born to-day!

Good Christian men, rejoice,
With heart and soul, and voice;
Now ye hear of endless bliss:
Jesus Christ was born for this!
He hath oped the heavenly door,
And man is blessed evermore.
Christ was born for this!
Christ was born for this!

Good Christian men, rejoice,
With heart and soul, and voice;
Now ye need not fear the grave:
Jesus Christ was born to save!
Calls you one and calls you all
To gain his everlasting hall.
Christ was born to save!
Christ was born to save!

What Child Is This?
What child is this, who, laid to rest,
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring him laud,
The babe, the son of Mary.

Why lies he in such mean estate
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear: for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.

So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh,
Come, peasant, king, to own him.
the King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone him.

God Rest You Merry Gentlemen
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay,
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day;
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy!

From God our heavenly Father
A blessed angel came;
And unto certain shepherds
Brought tiding of the same;
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by name.

"Fear not, then," said the angel,
"Let nothing you affright;
This day is born a Savior
Of a pure virgin bright,
To free all those who trust in him
From Satan's power and might. "

Now to the Lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
this holy tide of Christmas
Doth bring redeeming grace.

Angels We Have Heard on High
Angels we have heard on high,
Singing sweetly through the night,
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their brave delight.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.

Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why these songs of happy cheer?
What great brightness did you see?
What glad tiding did you hear?
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.

Come to Bethlehem and see
Him whose birth the angels sing;
Come, adore on bended knee
Christ, the Lord, the new-born King.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.

See him in a manger laid
Whom the angels praise above;
Mary, Joseph, lend your aid,
While we raise our hearts in love.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.

Away in a Manger
Away in a manger, no crib for his bed,
the little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay,
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.

The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
but little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.
I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look down from the sky,
And stay by my side until morning is nigh.

It Came Upon a Midnight Clear
It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold:
"Peace on the earth, good will to men,
From heaven's all-gracious King. "
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.

Still through the cloven skies they come
With peaceful wings unfurled,
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world;
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing,
And ever o'er its Babel-sounds
The blessed angels sing.

Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long;
Beneath the heavenly strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not
The tidings which they bring;
O hush the noise, ye men of strife,
And hear the angels sing!

O ye, beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow,
Look now! for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
O rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing!

For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophets seen of old,
When with the ever-circling years
Shall come the time foretold,
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world give back the song
Which now the angels sing.

Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
Oh! You better watch out,
you better not cry,
you better not pout,
I'm telling you why:
Santa Claus is coming to town!

He's making a list,
He's checking it twice,
gonna find out who's naughty or nice.
Santa Claus is coming to town!
He sees you when you're sleeping,
he knows when you're awake.
He knows when you've been bad or good,
so be good for goodness sake!
So...You better watch out, You better not cry
You better not pout, I'm Telling you why.
Santa Claus is coming to town.
Little tin horns, little toy drums.
Rudy-toot-toot and rummy tum tums.
Santa Claus is coming to town.

 

Little toy dolls that cuddle and coo,
Elephants, boats and Kiddie cars too.
Santa Claus is coming to town.

 

The kids in Girl and boy land
will have a jubilee.
They're gonna build a toy land town
all around the Christmas tree.

 

Ohh....You better watch out, you better not cry.
You better not pout, I'm telling you why.
Santa Claus is coming to town.

O Christmas Tree
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree!
How are thy leaves so verdant!
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
How are thy leaves so verdant!

Not only in the summertime,
But even in winter is thy prime.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
How are thy leaves so verdant!

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Much pleasure doth thou bring me!
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Much pleasure doth thou bring me!

For every year the Christmas tree,
Brings to us all both joy and glee.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Much pleasure doth thou bring me!

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy candles shine out brightly!
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy candles shine out brightly!

Each bough doth hold its tiny light,
That makes each toy to sparkle bright.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy candles shine out brightly!

O Little Town of Bethlehem
O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see the lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee to-night.

For Christ is born of Mary,
And gathered all above,
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love.
O morning stars, together
Proclaim the holy birth!
And praises sing to God the King,
And peace to men on earth.

How silently, how silently,
The wondrous gift is given!
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of his heaven.
No ear may hear his coming,
But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive him, still
The dear Christ enters in.

Where children pure and happy
Pray to the blessed Child,
Where misery cries out to thee,
Son of the mother mild;
Where charity stands watching
And faith holds wide the door,
The dark night wakes, the glory breaks,
And Christmas comes once more.

O holy Child of Bethlehem!
Descend to us, we pray;
Cast out our sin and enter in,
Be born in us to-day.
We hear the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell;
O come to us, abide with us,
Our Lord Emmanuel!

Silent Night
Silent night, holy night,
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin mother and child.
Holy infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Sleep in heavenly peace.

Silent night, holy night,
Shepherds quake at the sight,
Glories stream from heaven afar,
Heavenly hosts sing alleluia;
Christ the Savior, is born!
Christ the Savior, is born!

Silent night, holy night,
Son of God, love's pure light
Radiant beams from thy holy face,
With the dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.
Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.

Rudolf the Red-nosed Reindeer
Rudolf, the red-nosed reindeer
had a very shiny nose.
And if you ever saw him,
you would even say it glows.

All of the other reindeer
used to laugh and call him names.
They never let poor Rudolf
play in any reindeer games.

Then one foggy Christmas eve
Santa came to say:
"Rudolf with your nose so bright,
won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"

Then all the reindeer loved him
as they shouted out with glee:
"Rudolf the red-nosed reindeer,
you'll go down in history!"

Hark! The Herald Angels Sing
Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory to the new-born King!
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled!
Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With the angelic host proclaim
Christ is born in Bethlehem!
Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory to the new-born King!

Christ, by highest heaven adored;
Christ, the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the Virgin's womb.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;
Hail the incarnate Deity,
Pleased as man with man to dwell;
Jesus, our Emmanuel!

Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die,
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Risen with healing in his wings,
Light and life to all he brings,
Hail, the Sun of Righteousness!
Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Heaven-born Prince of Peace
Hail the Son of Righteousness
Light and life to all He brings
Risen with healing in His wings
Mild He lay His glory by
Born that man no more may die

Come Desire of Nations come,
Fix in us thy humble home.
Rise, the woman's conquering Seed,
Bruise in us the serpent's head.
Adam's likeness now efface
Stamp thine image in its place


Auld Lang Syne
Robert Burns
Chorus
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne,
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne!
I
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!
II
And surely ye 'll be your pint' stowp,

And surely I 'll be mine,
And we 'll take a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne!
III
We twa hae run about the braes,

And pou'd the gowans fine,
But we 've wander'd monie a weary fit
Sin' auld lang syne.
IV
We twa hae paidl'd in the burn

Frae morning sun till dine,
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin' auld lang syne.
V
And there's a hand, my trusty fiere,

And gie 's a hand o' thine,
And we 'll tak a right guid-willie waught
For auld lang syne!
Chorus
For auld lang syne, my dear,

For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindess yet
For auld lang syne!

Good King Wenceslas
Good King Wenceslas looked out
on the feast of Stephen,
when the snow lay round about,
deep and crisp and even.
Brightly shown the moon that night,
though the frost was cruel,
when a poor man came in sight,
gathering winter fuel.

Hither, page, and stand by me.
If thou know it telling:
yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
underneath the mountain,
right against the forest fence
by Saint Agnes fountain.

Bring me flesh, and bring me wine.
Bring me pine logs hither.
Thou and I will see him dine
when we bear the thither.
Page and monarch, forth they went,
forth they went together
through the rude wind's wild lament
and the bitter weather.

Sire, the night is darker now,
and the wind blows stronger.
Fails my heart, I know not how.
I can go no longer.
Ark my footsteps my good page,
tread thou in them boldly:
Thou shalt find the winter's rage
freeze thy blood less coldly.

In his master's step he trod,
where the snow lay dented.
Heat was in the very sod
which the saint had printed.
Therefore, Christian men, be sure,
wealth or rank possessing,
ye who now will bless the poor
shall yourselves find blessing.

I Saw Three Ships
I saw three ships come sailing in
on Christmas Day, on Christmas Day.
I saw three ships come sailing in
on Christmas Day in the morning.

And what was in those ships all three
on Christmas Day, on Christmas Day?
And what was in those ships all three
on Christmas Day in the morning?

The Virgin Mary and Christ were there
on Christmas Day, on Christmas Day.
The virgin Mary and Christ were there
on Christmas Day in the morning.

Joy to the World
Joy to the world! the Lord is come;
Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare Him room,
and heaven and nature sing,
and heaven and nature sing,
and heaven, and heaven and nature sing.

Joy to the earth! the Savior reigns;
Let men their songs employ;
while fields and floods,
rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat the sounding joy.

No more let sins and sorrows grow,
nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make His blessing flow
far as the curse is found,
far as the curse is found,
far as, far as the curse is found.

He rules the world with truth and grace,
and makes the nations prove
the glories of His righteousness,
and wonders of His love,
and wonders of His love,
and wonders, wonders of His love.

Drummer Boy
Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum
A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
So, to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
When we come.

Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum
That's fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum,
On my drum?
Mary Nodded, pa rum pum pum pum,
The ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum
I play me best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum
Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum
me and my drum

O Holy Night
O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine, the night when Christ was born;
O night, O holy night, O night divine!
O night, O holy night, O night divine!

Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.
O'er the world a star is sweetly gleaming,
Now come the wisemen from out of the Orient land.
The King of kings lay thus lowly manger;
In all our trials born to be our friends.
He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger,
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!

Truly He taught us to love one another,
His law is love and His gospel is peace.
Chains he shall break, for the slave is our brother.
And in his name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
With all our hearts we praise His holy name.
Christ is the Lord! Then ever, ever praise we,
His power and glory ever more proclaim!
His power and glory ever more proclaim!


Carol of the Bells
Carol of the Bells is an adaptation of an ancient Ukrainian folk song
called a "shchedrivka".  An arrangement by Mykola Leontovych (1877-1921)
was popularized in the 1930's by Oleksander Koshyts (1875-1944), a
Ukrainian choir director who worked in the US and Canada.  It has since
become an American Christmas classic.

Hark how the bells,


sweet silver bells,
all seem to say,
throw cares away

Christmas is here,


bringing good cheer,
to young and old,
meek and the bold,

ding dong ding


that is their song
with joyful ring
all caroling

one seems to hear
words of good cheer
from everywhere
filling the air

Oh how they pound,


raising the sound,
o'er hill and dale,
telling their tale,

Gaily they ring


while people sing
songs of good cheer,
Christmas is here,

Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas,


Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas,
On on they send ,
on without end,
their joyful tone to every home
Dong Ding dong ding, dong Bong

Santa Baby
Sung by Madonna
Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me
I've been an awful good girl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blue
I'll wait up for you dear Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be oh so good
If you'd check off my Christmas list
Boo doo bee doo
Santa honey, I wanna yacht and really that's
Not a lot
I've been an angel all year
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed
To a platinum mine
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, I'm filling my stocking with a duplex, and checks
Sign your 'X' on the line
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's
I really do believe in you
Let's see if you believe in me
Boo doo bee doo
Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring
I don't mean a phone
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight

Christ Is Born In Bethlehem
Christ, by highest heaven adored

Christ, the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold Him come
Offspring of a virgin's womb.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;
Hail th' Incarnate Deity,
Pleased as man with man to dwell;
Jesus, our Emmanuel.

Come, Desire of nations come,
Fix in us Thy humble home;
Rise, the Woman's conquering Seed,
Bruise in us the Serpent's head.
Adam's likeness, Lord efface:
Stamp Thy image in its place;
Second Adam, from above,
Reinstate us in thy love.

Hail, the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!
Hail, the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,
Ris'n with healing in His wings.
Mild He lays His glory by,
Born that man no more may die,
Born to raise the sons of earth,


Christmas Without You
Words and Music by Dolly Parton and Steve Goldstein
White Christmas and I'm blue

Like fireworks with no fuse
Christmas without you
The fireplace keeps burning and my thoughts keep turning
The pages of memories of time spent with you
Old Christmas songs we knew and used to make love to
Make it hard to get used to
Christmas without you
Chorus:
Christmas without you
White Christmas and I'm blue
I love you I miss you
So sad but so true
Christmas without you
Like a mystery with no clues
Like fireworks with no fuse
Christmas without you
The sweetest gift I know would be if the new snow
Could fall on your footsteps on this Christmas eve
The most joyous Christmas if luck could be with us
Would be if Saint Nicholas brought you home to me
Repeat chorus twice

The Coventry Carol
Lullaby, thou little tiny child,

By, by, lullay, lullay
Lullay, thou little tiny child,
By, by, lullay, lullay.

O sisters too, how may we do,
For to preserve this day,
This poor youngling for whom we sing,
By, by, lullay, lullay.

Herod the king in his ragin,
Charged he hath this day,
His men of night, in his own sight,
All children young to stay.

Then woe is me, poor child, for thee,
And ever mourn and say,
For thy parting not say, nor sing,
By, by, lullay, lullay.


Mary's Boy Child
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day.

And man will live for evermore, because of Christmas Day.

Long time ago in Bethlehem, so the Holy Bible s

ay,
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day.

Hark, now hear the angels sing, a king was born today,
And man will live for evermore, because of Christmas Day.
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day.

While shepherds watch their flocks by night,
they see a bright new shining star,
they hear a choir sing a song, the music seemed to come from afar.

Hark, now hear the angels sing, a king was born today,
And man will live for evermore, because of Christmas Day.

Oh a moment still worth was a glow, all the bells rang out
there were tears of joy and laughter, people shouted
"let everyone know, there is hope for all to find peace".

Now Joseph and his wife, Mary, came to Bethlehem that night,
they found no place to bear her child, not a single room was in sight.

And then they found a little nook in a stable all forlorn,
and in a manger cold and dark, Mary's little boy was born.

Hark, now hear the angels sing, a king was born today,
And man will live for evermore, because of Christmas Day.
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day.

Oh a moment still worth was a glow, all the bells rang out
there were tears of joy and laughter, people shouted
"let everyone know, there is hope for all to find peace".

Oh my Lord...


With Bells On
-Words By Dolly Parton
I'll be home with bells on

I'll be home with bells on
Trim the trees and wrap the presents
turn the Christmas music on
This Christmas I'll be home with bells on

I've traveled around this country crossed the waters deep and wide
Made lots of friends and memories brought joy to others lives
It's Christmas time again another year has come and gone
And I can't keep from wonderin' how the old folks are at home

I'll be home with bells on
I'll be home with bells on
Trim the tree and wrap the presents turn the Christmas music on
This Christmas I'll be home with bells on

When the snow is on the meadow and the sleigh bells jingle bright
And the kids are singing jingle bells around the Christmas lights
As daddy stokes the fire and mama puts the turkey on
There ain't nothing going to slow me down this Christmas I'll be home

I'll be home with bells on
I'll be home with bells on
Trim the tree and wrap the presents turn the Christmas music on
This Christmas I'll be home with bells on


Angels and Shepherds
(Morovia - Nesem Vn Noviny) Hark all ye shepherds, come join in our song.
Hark all ye shepherds, for Jesus is born.
Lo he is lying, born in a manger,
Jesus, annointed to be our Savior. Alleluia!

Hark all ye shepherds, arise from your sheep.
Hark all ye shepherds, the Christ child asleep.
Mary, the mother, quietly singing,
From God to man salvation is bringing. Alleluia!

Angels adore him, men bow before him, heaven and earth proclaim!
Prophets of old his coming foretold and men ever praise his name.
Come and adore him, Jesus our Savior,
He dwells among us, now and forever. Alleluia!


Children, Go Where I Send Thee
Children, go where I send thee

How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee one by one
One for the little bitty baby
That was born, born
Born in Bethlehem.
Children, go where I send thee
How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee two by two
Two for Paul and Silas
One for the little bitty baybe
That was born, born
Born in Bethlehem.
Three for the Hebrew children...
Four for the four that stood at the door...
Five for the gospel preachers...
Six for the six that never got fixed...
Seven for the seven that never got to heaven...
Eight for the eight that stood at the gate...
Nine for the nine all dressed so fine...
Ten for the ten commandments...
Eleven for the eleven deriders...
Twelve for the twelve Apostles...

Home for the Holidays
Al Stillman and Robert Allen
Oh, there’s no place like

home for the holidays,
‘Cause no matter how far away you roam
When you pine for the sunshine
Of a friendly face
For the holidays, you can’t beat
Home, sweet home
I met a man who lives in Tennessee

And he was headin’ for Pennsylvania
And some home made pumpkin pie
From Pennsylvania folks a travelin’ down
To Dixie’s sunny shore
From Atlantic to Pacific, gee
The traffic is terrific
Oh there's no place like home

For the holidays, ‘cause no matter
How far away you roam
If you want
To be happy in a million ways
For the holidays, you can’t beat
Home, sweet home

Pat-a-Pan
(Burgundy)
Willie, take your little drum,
Robin, bring your fife, and come,
And be merry while you play.

Chorus
Turelurelu. Patapatapan.
Come be merry while you play,
On this joyous Christmas day.

Guill, pran tun tamborin,
Toi, pran tu fleute, Robin.
Au son de cs instruman.
repeat chorus

God and man became today,
More in tune than fife and drum,
So be merry while you play.
repeat chorus


The Huron Carol
'Twas in the moon of winter-time

When all the birds had fled,
That mighty Gitchi Manitou
Sent angel choirs instead;
Before their light the stars grew dim,
And wandering hunter heard the hymn:
"Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born,
In excelsis gloria."
 Within a lodge of broken bark

The tender Babe was found,
A ragged robe of rabbit skin
Enwrapp'd His beauty round;
But as the hunter braves drew nigh,
The angel song rang loud and high. .. Refrain
 O children of the forest free,

O sons of Manitou,
The Holy Child of earth and heaven
Is born today for you.
Come kneel before the radiant Boy
Who brings you beauty, peace and joy. Refrain

In Excelsis Gloria
When Christ was born of Mary free,

In Bethlehem in that fair city,
Angels sung e'er with mirth and glee,
In excelsis gloria,
In excelsis gloria,
In excelsis gloria,
In excelsis gloria.
 Herdsmen beheld these angels bright-

To them appeared with great light,
And said, "God's son is born this night." Refrain
 This King is come to save His kind,

In the Scripture as we find;
Therefore this song we have in mind: Refrain
 Then, dear Lord, for Thy great grace,

Grant us the bliss to see Thy face,
Where we may sing to Thy solace: Refrain

Fum, Fum, Fum,
Spanish

On this joyful Christmas Day
Sing fum, fum, fum
On this joyful Christmas Day
Sing fum, fum, fum
For a blessed Babe was born
Upon this day at the break of morn
In a manger poor and lowly
Lay the Son of God most holy
Fum, Fum, Fum!

Thanks to God for holidays
Sing fum, fum, fum
Now we all our voices raise
And sing a song of grateful praise
Celebrate in song and story
All the wonders of His glory
Fum, fum, fum


The Greatest Gift of All
John Jarvis
Dawn is slowly breaking

Our friends have all gone home
You and I are waiting
For Santa Claus to come

There's a present by the tree
Stockings on the wall
Knowing you're in love with me
Is the greatest gift of all

The fire is slowly fading
Chill is in the air
All the gifts are waiting
For children ev'rywhere

Through the window I can see
Snow begin to fall
Knowing you're in love with me
Is the greatest gift of all

Just before I go to sleep
I hear a church bell ring
Merry Christmas ev'ryone
Is the song it sings

So I say a silent prayer
For creatures great and small
Peace on earth goodwill to men
Is the greatest gift of all
Peace on earth goodwill to men
Is the greatest gift of all


Greensleeves
William Chatterdon Dixs
Version 1 & 2
What child is this, who, lay to rest,
on Mary's lap, is sleeping
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
while Shepards watch are keeping

Chorus

This, this is Christ the King
whom Shepards guard and angels sing
Haste, Haste, to bring him laud,
The babe, the son of Mary

Why lies he in such mean estate
where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear; for sinners
here the silent Word is pleading

Chorus

So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh come,
peasant, King, to own him;
The King of kings salvation brings,
let loving hearts enthrone Him

Chorus

Version 2
Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously
For I have loved you well and long,
Delighting in your company

Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady greensleeves

Your vows you've broken, like my heart,
Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
Now I remain in a world apart
But my heart remains in captivity

I have been ready at your hand,
To grant whatever you would crave,
I have both wagered life and land,
Your love and good-will for to have

If you intend thus to disdain,
It does the more enrapture me,
And even so, I still remain
A lover in captivity

My men were clothed all in green,
And they did ever wait on thee;
All this was gallant to be seen,
And yet thou wouldst not love me

Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,
but still thou hadst it readily
Thy music still to play and sing;
And yet thou wouldst not love me

Well, I will pray to God on high,
that thou my constancy mayst see,
And that yet once before I die,
Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me

Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu,
To God I pray to prosper thee,
For I am still thy lover true,
Come once again and love me


Hallelujah Chorus
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

The kingdom of this world is become
the Kingdom of our Lord and of His Christ, and of His Christ;
and He shall reign for ever and ever
and He shall reign for ever and ever
and He shall reign for ever and ever
and He shall reign for ever and ever

King of Kings,
for ever and ever. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
and Lord of Lords,
for ever and ever. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

King of Kings,
for ever and ever. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
and Lord of Lords,
for ever and ever. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

King of Kings,
for ever and ever. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
and Lord of Lords,
for ever and ever. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

King of Kings, and Lord of Lords,
and He shall reign for ever and ever
and He shall reign for ever and ever

King of Kings
for ever and ever. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

and He shall reign for ever and ever,
for ever and ever,
King of Kings,
and Lord of Lords,
King of Kings,
and Lord of Lords,
and He shall reign for ever and ever,

King of Kings,
and Lord of Lords.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!


(Do They Know It's Christmas?)
Band Aid Christmas Song
M. Ure and Bob Geldof
It's Christmastime; there's no need to be afraid

At Christmastime, we let in light and we banish shade
And in our world of plenty we can spread a smile of joy
Throw your arms around the world at Christmastime
But say a prayer to pray for the other ones
At Christmastime

It's hard, but when you're having fun
There's a world outside your window
And it's a world of dread and fear
Where the only water flowing is the bitter sting of tears

And the Christmas bells that ring there
Are the clanging chimes of doom
Well tonight thank God it's them instead of you
And there won't be snow in Africa this Christmastime

The greatest gift they'll get this year is life
Oh, where nothing ever grows, no rain or rivers flow
Do they know it's Christmastime at all?

Here's to you, raise a glass for ev'ryone
Here's to them, underneath that burning sun
Do they know it's Christmastime at all?

Feed the world
Feed the world

Feed the world
Let them know it's Christmastime again
Feed the world
Let them know it's Christmastime again


The Night Before Christmas
Clement Clarke Moore - adapted by Johnny Marks
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
All the stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In the hope that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.
Then, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
A miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,
A little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick.
And more rapid than eagles his reindeer all came
As he shouted, "Oh Dasher" and each reindeer's name.
And so up to the housetop the reindeer soon flew
With the sleigh full of toys and Saint Nicholas, too.
Down the chimney he came with a leap and a bound;
He was dressed all in fur, and his belly was round.
He spoke not a word but went straight to this work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
Then giving a nod up the chimney he rose.
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

Suzy Snowflake
Sid Tepper and Roy C. Bennett
Here comes Suzy Snowflake,

Dressed in a snow-white gown,
Tap, tap, tappin' at your windowpane
To tell you she's in town.

Here comes Suzy Snowflake;
Soon you will hear her say,
"Come out ev'ryone and play with me;
I haven't long to stay.

If you want to make a snowman,
I'll help you make one, two, three.
If you wanna take a sleigh ride,
The ride's on me."

Here comes Suzy Snowflake;
Look at her tumblin' down,
Bringing joy to ev'ry girl and boy;
Suzy's come to town.



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All these antics are my defensive reaction

If you say “Elizaveta Ivantsiv”, not everyone will understand who they are talking about. However, in recent years it has been increasingly called one of the best Russian singers. Each of her songs becomes a hit, her videos do not leave the rotation of the music charts, and the collection of music awards is constantly updated. She is adored for her extravagance, beauty, and her unique sound. A TV presenter, producer, film actress and, most importantly, singer Yolka is going on the Night Express with Alexei Kortnev.

Arbatskaya station

Alexey Kortnev: The first station is Arbatskaya, the very center of the city. We start right from the moment you arrived in Moscow and settled in the Arbat area.

Tree: I have a lot of points that divided my life into "before" and "after". One of the most iconic is Moscow, although the song "City of Deception" was written before I moved. This song was written by Vlad Valov - the person thanks to whom I basically came to Moscow, who invited me and gave impetus to everything that is happening now. He is my first producer.

In 2001 I went to the Rap Music festival, where Vlad and I met. He remembered me, a few years later he called and offered to record a song. No big promises sounded, it relaxed me a little, because I am a child of the 90s. I trusted, I did not give my passport. If I am now a light person with a heavy look, then then I was an animal, looked from under my brows at everything, suspected everyone - I was very scared. I recorded a song and went home to Uzhgorod. Then, when they called me again from the studio, they said: “Take more things with you.” From the train we went to my first radio interview.

Alexey Kortnev: Was the first time in Moscow difficult?

Tree: Changes are not easy, but I cannot say that I suffered. In principle, I am a curious person, so all the changes, especially at that age, were given as adventures. I watched all this as an adventure, but sometimes I was sad, of course.

Provence Station

Aleksey Kortnev: Provence was a smashing hit that blew everything around it like a bowling ball.

Elka: Unexpected...

Alexey Kortnev: Why unexpected?

Tree: By that time, I once again gave up on myself. In the era of my personal "interrogation" for several years, nothing happened. The form in which I used to present myself has ceased to be relevant and interesting. I was a funny round-shouldered girl who drowned for the underground. At that moment, I was really seriously depressed, because the move to Moscow had already happened, concerts had already happened, recognition had already happened, but internal well-being and a sense of fulfillment did not happen. I have never been greedy, I am not greedy for money and I never wanted money for the sake of money, but everything was completely rotten. There were fewer and fewer concerts, then they ended, I thought: “I tried, but it didn’t work out.” I was at a loss, there was a crisis in the country and an internal crisis. Miraculously, the song "Provence" happened, and this song is not to say that I liked it the first time.

I heard the demo first, from several sources. Then I analyzed it - miraculously, it hit my ears. The author of the song is Yegor Solodovnikov, after "Provence" he wrote me a thousand songs and is already really my friend. But then I thought, “What the fuck.” Then I caught myself singing the chorus under my breath for a week.

Alexey Kortnev: What was it like to switch from freestyle and crooked tracks of r'n'b, hip-hop and so on to...

Tree: Psary? Gorgeous. It was very difficult to admit this to myself, because to be a misunderstood, strange, such an unusual, eternally hungry artist, languidly dreaming of the future, always seemed to me more attractive. At first I was ashamed.

Aleksey Kortnev: After the years, how do you evaluate it?

Tree: I would never have such unique opportunities to make any music I want. And music is the key word in this sentence. I can afford - in every sense of the word - to make any music.

Station Uzhhorod

Aleksey Kortnev: Quite unexpectedly, we make a leap in time and space and return to Uzhgorod, where it all began, since this is your hometown in Transcarpathia. You were probably a difficult child?

Tree: Uneasy, and I grew up to be a difficult adult. At least I am truthful with myself and truthful with others, I am not a very simple person, but it is always very interesting with me - this is true.

Alexey Kortnev: In your childhood and youth there were episodes when you cut your hair bald.

Tree: This was not a rebellion against the parents. They have always been allies for me in this regard.

Aleksey Kortnev: What was this a rebellion against?

Tree: Everything else. Everything annoyed me a little. I experimented with hair color, but did not consider myself a shocking person. It was not a challenge for the sake of a challenge. I really don't like it when someone is compared to someone else, and I especially don't like it when people compare me. I drown for uniqueness, my dad raised me like that. His undercoat stood up when he heard these phrases like "the second Michael Jackson."

Aleksey Kortnev: Did your middle name appear in Uzhgorod?

Tree: Yes. I have never told this story and probably won’t tell it, because it confuses me a little. Nothing interesting and curious, just one person blurted out, it happened in front of witnesses, repeated several times and stuck to me.

Station Chamber №6

Alexey Kortnev: We played KVN in different years. "Ward #6" is the name of the team you played for.

Tree: I love these times very much. It was a school team, but when we all graduated, it did not cease to exist. We normally traveled around the championships of Ukraine, reached AMiK in Kyiv. We have been to the festival in Sochi many times. The guys from the great humor, which we all now watch on TV, they all remember me as a pigal, who performed in the "Pearl". From there, our warm friendship and their support, especially at the initial stage, when I was not particularly interesting to anyone here. They invited me to all possible programs and shootings, I am very grateful to them for this.

Alexey Kortnev: What was your function in the team?

Tree: I mostly sang, nothing out of the ordinary. I was sometimes given jokes, but, as a rule, then they considered me not very funny, because then I didn’t serve very well. But all the "finals" were on me.

Original station

Alexey Kortnev: Something, but your style is inimitable.

Elka: I really don't like parodists who try to imitate my style. They all show me as a freak somehow.

Alexey Kortnev: Do you have a stylist? Who comes up with makeup, dresses, hairstyles?

Tree: No. Of course, it is with great pleasure that I turn to specialists for help, because I don’t understand some things. But I still forgive myself a lot of “fuck-ups”, because I am a living person, and nothing human, especially stylistic misconduct, is alien to me. I am a girl, I love to experiment, not all experiments are successful, but I never scolded myself for them. And about my manner - a lot of my antics, especially laughter, especially 15 years ago, when I giggled nervously after every phrase - this is a defensive reaction. These are my experiences, these are my nerves. Not so long ago I allowed myself to be myself, accepted the fact that my favorite pastime is really mine, I don’t take anyone’s place, I do what I have to.

I get very excited before going on stage. I'm really nervous, I really don't like it when rehearsal moments go public because instead of focusing on the sound, I have to think about how I look. I devour myself before going on stage, I decompose myself into atoms after the performance, I analyze everything in the world. I am quite a self-critical character, but at the moment when I stand on the stage, I am the queen.

Alexey Kortnev: How do you manage to keep yourself in such shape with such a schedule and such nervous tension?

Tree: Physical education is where I run when I feel bad, sad and when I feel good. I do not like sports, but I really love the endorphins that I get after training. Plus, I grew up in a family of athletes. My best friend Olga Marquez (band "Alai Oli", - Ed.) founded the school of the ideal body. I didn't like myself very much. I was very sweet, very pretty, but at the moment when I first turned to Olya for help, a lot of attention fell on me, including with Provence. I did not know how to behave, for the first time they began to scrutinize me so closely, they took me apart for details, and I rushed about in agony, not knowing where to hide. I came to her and said: "I'm terrible, do something." She said: “You are a fool, yes, well, if you want it, do push-ups, stay in the plank. ” Since then, my love for simple basic exercises has come into my life.

Alexey Kortnev: Sometimes you want to escape from all this fuss, to spit on everything, to be yourself?

Tree: I don't need to run away for this, I feel very good with myself. I can afford loneliness, and I enjoy it. Firstly, I feel good everywhere if I am in the resource, if everything is fine with me. Of course, I love to contemplate and I could say that the big ocean, big water is my place of power. But no, my mountain is my place of power. My mountain is near the house, where I climb and keep silent, there I can cry, there I can do anything. There I remember how big I am, and this is not about the scale of the personality and not about vanity.

Herringbone. Mikhail Malyshev

that story took place at a time when fir trees had leaves instead of needles.

Once the white-trunk beauty Beryozka turned to the Christmas tree growing next to her:

- Lately, my neighbor, I've been noticing that you're sad about something.

- You guessed it, my friend, - Yolochka quietly answered Berezka. “For several months now, my heart has not known rest.

- Have you fallen in love?

- Yes, I fell in love, - Elochka said more quietly than before.

- And who is your betrothed?

- I'm afraid you won't understand me and maybe even judge me.

- Why should I judge you? Birch reproached in a friendly way. - I can even guess who your chosen one is. It's an Oak, isn't it?

- You're wrong, honey. It's not Oak. This is a man.

- Man? Birch asked in confusion.

- Human?! whispered the sensitive Aspen, who was standing nearby, in surprise.

- I knew it would surprise you, - Yolochka told Berezka. “But, nevertheless, I fell in love with the Man.

- Are you crazy! - an angry Birch attacked the Christmas tree. Man is not a tree, how could you fall in love with him? However, the fact that he is not from our tribe is not so bad. But how dare you fall in love with someone else when Oak himself is wooing you? Just think - Oak! The most powerful, the most beautiful - the king of trees!

- I do not doubt the strength and beauty of the respected Oak, but I cannot be his wife, because I fell in love with another.

- Just think, she refuses the title of queen for the sake of her love. This, I understand, is love! - the sensitive Aspen said admiringly, but immediately fell silent under the angry gaze of Birch.

The next day Beryozka told the trees growing in the neighborhood about the Fir-tree love. When this news reached Oak, he, enraged, demanded an explanation from Elochka.

- How dare you ignore my attention, reject the greatest, most powerful of all trees?!

- Excuse me, Your Majesty, - Yolochka bowed to the tree-king, - but I can't do anything with my feelings. As people say, you can't command your heart.

- This is what her love for Man has brought her to! She even began to use people's sayings in conversation, - Berezka quipped. And quietly, so that no one would hear, she added, - and what good did Oak find in this proud woman? After all, I'm much more beautiful than her.

- Since this is the case, since you were in a hurry, I will hurry too, - said Oak, turning to the Fir-tree. “I won’t wait until autumn when she dresses you in a golden wedding dress. Let's get married tomorrow!

- Oh, what cruelty, - the sensitive Aspen quietly rustled the leaves.

- Ah, tomorrow this proud woman will become a queen, - Birch hissed enviously, rustled the foliage.

The night passed, the morning came. And when the first rays of the sun illuminated the forest, there was a commotion in the kingdom of trees. Just think about it! This obstinate Christmas tree turned its leaves into sharp needles overnight!

- You shouldn't have disfigured yourself, - said Oak to Herringbone. “I will marry you anyway.

- I withered my leaves with tears, turning them into needles, not only to displease you, but also to protect my love, - the Fir-tree answered the Oak.

- What an enormous power must be hidden in her love, if for her sake she was able to conscience such a miracle! - in admiration, looking at the Christmas tree, the sensitive Aspen whispered to herself.

And no matter how great was Oak's desire to marry Fir-tree, even he could not overcome the formidable barrier of needles...

Summer has passed, autumn has passed. On one of the frosty December days Magpie brought sad news to the forest.

- I heard that people are going to take the most beautiful tree to their New Year's holiday.

- Ah! Oh, - the trees got worried, and more than the others, Berezka, who considered herself the most beautiful.

- Will I have to go to my death? she wailed. - Will I be cut down soon?

- Don't be upset, neighbor, - Yolochka said to Berezka, - I'll go to people's New Year's ball. Who else, if not me, should go there, since I love a Man!

A few days later people came to the forest and took the Christmas tree with them. And a few days later she lay with crumbling needles on the edge of the forest.

- Oh, what cruelty! - the sensitive Aspen exclaimed, seeing the discarded Christmas tree, - and why did you only agree to go to the people instead of Birch? Was it really worth sacrificing yourself just to see your lover again?

- Death does not sadden me at all, - said Elochka.


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