Moscow and all thru the house, not an eye was dry...as we say good bye...
The Oma and papa bought a little book,
To record and play...Christmas we'll have a look.
A short poem about a jolly ole elf,
The voices we hear of the munchkins themselves.
Grandparents sit to read as well,
Their voices we hear have the story to tell.
So come along Christmas we may be far,
But the song we hear will from the same North Star...