IT'S XMAS

CHRISTMAS IN TWO LANDS

There it is cold, for there is snow-

And holly, fires and mistletoe,

And carols sung out in the street

By children, walking through the sleet.

Church bells break the frozen air,

Ringing loudly everywhere.

This is where white winter glory

Comes to tell the Christmas story.

Here it is hot, the sun is gold-

And turns to red when day is old,

Christmas carols are sung at night

Somewhere outside, by candle light.

Church bells ring out in the heat

And call to people in the street.

The Christmas story here is told

In summer, when the sun is gold.