Direktlänk till inlägg 18 december 2012
(Som alltid: copyright C. Landgren 2012 -> )
I woke one Christmas morning
and the snow fell mixed with soot,
I went outside to try to see
whatever was afoot
With my eyes up to the sky
I saw the strangest sight;
wreathéd in a cloud of steam
was S:t Nicks brand new flight
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His reindeers full of clockwork
their eyes all glowing red;
and Rudolfs nose it did the same
though they were all undead
And forced to draw a mighty sled
throughout the winter skies;
their boilers fed by blackest coal
- though dead, they´ll never die
-*-
And in the sled a great lord sat
- He was a frightful sight!
Driving like a man possessed
all through his endless night
From house to house he´s speeding
borne on steal and steam;
- Pretty scary but benevolent
this full-filler of dreams
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he´s buildt the slead he´s driving
and all the presents too;
and though he is a gentleman
he´s -always- watching you!
to know if you´ve been naughty
or if you have been nice;
and if you should be punished
or get his finest price
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made by his skilled tinker-hands
of clockwork, springs and cogs
and his reward the faith we show
with misteltoe and yuletide logs
So this one night let yourself believe;
be glad, rejoice, get drunk
´cause from the North there comes a man
no logic can debunk;
- Our Santa now is dressed in brown
his tailored suit patterned with gears
so raise a toast to nostalgia
and have a steampunk Christmas the year!
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