Santa Claus is coming to town

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

He's making a list And checking it twice; He's gonna find out Who's naughty and nice Santa Claus is coming to town

He sees you when you're sleeping He knows when you're awake

He knows if you've been bad or good So be good for goodness sake!

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

Santa Claus is coming Santa Claus is coming Santa Claus is coming Santa Claus is coming to town

The Twelve Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me A partridge in a pear tree. On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds,

Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Ten lords a-leaping, Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Eleven pipers piping, Ten lords a-leaping,

Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Twelve drummers drumming, Eleven pipers piping, Ten lords a-leaping, Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree!

Douce nuit, sainte nuit

Douce nuit, sainte nuit ! Dans les cieux ! L'astre luit. Le mystère annoncé s'accomplit Cet enfant sur la paille endormi, C'est l'amour infini ! {x2} Saint enfant, doux agneau ! Qu'il est grand ! Qu'il est beau ! Entendez résonner les pipeaux Des bergers conduisant leurs troupeaux Vers son humble berceau ! {x2} C'est vers nous qu'il accourt, En un don sans retour !

De ce monde ignorant de l'amour,

Où commence aujourd'hui son séjour, Qu'il soit Roi pour toujours ! {x2} Quel accueil pour un Roi ! Point d'abri, point de toit ! Dans sa crèche il grelotte de froid O pécheur, sans attendre la croix, Jésus souffre pour toi ! {x2} Paix à tous ! Gloire au ciel ! Gloire au sein maternel, Qui pour nous, en ce jour de Noël, Enfanta le Sauveur éternel, Qu'attendait Israël ! {x2}

Mon beau sapin

Mon beau sapin, Roi des forêts Que j'aime ta verdure. Quand par l'hiver Bois et guérêts Sont dépouillés De leurs attraits Mon beau sapin, Roi des forêts Tu gardes ta parure. Toi que Noël Planta chez nous Au saint anniversaire

Joli sapin, Comme ils sont doux Et tes bonbons, et tes joujoux Toi que Noël Planta chez nous Par les mains de ma mère Mon beau sapin, Tes verts sommets Et leur fidèle ombrage De la foi qui ne ment jamais De la constance et de la paix Mon beau sapin, Tes verts sommets M'offrent la douce image.