Advent, Advent
Advent, Advent, a little light is burning,
He dreams while sleeping,
Of jumping, fluffy sheep.
Advent, Advent, a second little light is burning,
He already feels that time is running out,
On which a third little light burns.
Tired in the dream space,
He turns on his side, snoring.
Advent, Advent, the third candle is burning!
He hears it hammering, hears it blaring,
Someone shouts, “Ow!”, followed by a whimper.
He dives up from the depths,
Time sucks him into the light.
Advent, Advent, the fourth little light is burning!
He opens his eyes awake,
Look up into an elf's face.
He rushed to build toys,
Injured his thumb.
He looks sternly at the awakened one:
You've slept enough, Santa Claus!
"On! On! We don't want to linger!
The time is here to rush!”
Advent, Advent, the time has come!
We enthusiastically welcome the Christmas season!
For Christmas Eve, Holy Night,
Has Santa Claus awakened!
Here's the classic one poem
A light for every verse
This poem is a self-written poem. Each light gets a verse dedicated to it. It refers to Santa Claus and the upcoming Christmas season. He lies in a slumber that doesn't want to be disturbed. However, time moves on and the Christmas season is approaching. He can't sleep anymore because there's a lot of work waiting for him.
Hustle for Santa Claus
Hectic pace not only haunts people, but also this important man. It's time to go on Christmas Eve and distribute the presents. The gnomes are already waiting for him with the sleigh. He can dream of fluffy sheep again when he has completed his tasks and every child and every person receives their gift. Each light shows how time passes and the Christmas season approaches.
urgency
And every light guide burns, bringing the urgency closer. Even in his sleep, his inner peace feels how time is passing and the important appointment is getting closer. You can easily imagine the deer getting impatient, trotting around in front of the sleigh, waiting for Santa Claus to come and for them to set off.
The awakening
At the 4th little light, Santa Claus suddenly wakes up and knows exactly what to do. He needs to be cheerful and active, because now he can no longer rest. He has to act quickly, otherwise he'll be late or he won't be able to afford there to be no presents under the Christmas trees. Not only are his elves busy, he also has to complete his tasks. He knows this very well and strives to stick to his schedule.
Time is running out
Santa Claus is also affected by a certain hectic pace, which is expressed by the lights and which at the same time express the passing of time. Santa Claus is joyfully greeted by the world and he flies through the sky to distribute the presents. Bright children's eyes await him, but adults also look forward to this time. The poem shows that he too can't wait too long and that Christmas is also a stressful time for Santa Claus. For him, every moment of peace beforehand is an oasis from which he draws strength.
Let's go Santa Claus to deliver the presents and make people happy. The gnomes support you, the toys are produced and the presents load the sleigh heavily. The chimneys smoke where they still exist and he has to find ways to get to the Christmas trees even in modern times. This poem will be the basis for a story. In the hustle and bustle of the night he delivers the presents and is happy about the children's eyes that light up with anticipation in the evening or the next morning. If he is lucky, a few cookies and some milk await him.