Conference turris::scandia

528.0. "|SON Member Fjellheim lodge 6-107.|" by CSC32::D_ROYER (Chi beve birra campa cent'anni.) Wed Dec 09 1992 15:37

    
    			Uncle Torvals's Christmas Carol.
    
    T'vas da night vefore Christmas and each little Norsk
    Vas dreaming of rommegrot, lefse, and torsk.
    Our stockings had holes and dey hung by da door
    Dere vasn't no fireplace because ve vas poor.
    
    Da times had been hard and pa vas laid off
    Grandpa vas sick and he had a bad cough
    Sister and brudder vere needing new shoes
    and Mama vas feeling da "no Money" blues.
    
    Along avout midnight ven ve vere in bed
    I heard a big racket out by the shed
    And den as I listened, I heard loud and clear
    "On Axel!, on Torger! Let's get out of here."
    
    Next morning I voke and to da vindow I crept
    and dere vas a sack laying on da back step
    It vas yammed full of presents... Oh! vhat a trill
    and for each vun of us... a ten dollar bill!
    
    Oh, dat vas da merriest Christmas of all
    I can still hear Santa's Christmas call:
    "On Axel! on Torger! Let's get out of here!"
    I vas sure it vas Santa... it sounded so clear.
    
    Yet, somehow dat voice seemed familiar to me
    and I noticed big hoofprints out by da oak tree
    Den I remembered Mr. Knutson who lived across town
    Who always helped others ven deir luck vas down.
    
    Mr. Knutson had horses and he owned a big sled
    I thought it all over dat night in my bed.
    "God bless Santa" I said.  And then with a grin
    "God bless Mr. Knutson, 'cause I tink it vas him.
    
    
    
    Taken from the Ft. Lauderdale Sons of Norway lodge.
    
    
    Hope you enjoyed this, I did.
    
    Dave