In Winnipeg at Christmas

In Winnipeg at Christmas

 

In Winnipeg at Christmas there’s lots and lots of snow,

Very clean, and crisp and hard

And glittering like a Christmas card

Everywhere you go;

 

Snow upon the housetops, snow along the street,

And Queen Victoria in her chair

Has snow upon her snowy hair

And snow upon her feet.

 

In Winnipeg at Christmas they line the streets with trees-

Christmas trees lit up at night

With little balls of coloured light

As pretty as you please.

 

The people hurry past you in furry boots and wraps;

The sleighs are like a picture book,

And all the policemen look

Like Teddy Bears in caps.

 

And oh! The smiling ladies and jolly girls and boys;

And oh! The parties and the fun

With lovely things for everyone-

Books and sweets and toys.

 

So, if someday at Christmas you don’t know where to go,

Just pack your bags I beg,

And start at once for Winnipeg;

You’ll like it there I know.

 

by Rose Fyleman -1929

In Winnipeg at Christmas

In Winnipeg at Christmas there’s lots and lots of snow,

Very clean, and crisp and hard

And glittering like a Christmas card

Everywhere you go;

 

Snow upon the housetops, snow along the street,

And Queen Victoria in her chair

Has snow upon her snowy hair

And snow upon her feet.

 

In Winnipeg at Christmas they line the streets with trees-

Christmas trees lit up at night

With little balls of coloured light

As pretty as you please.

 

The people hurry past you in furry boots and wraps;

The sleighs are like a picture book,

And all the policemen look

Like Teddy Bears in caps.

 

And oh! The smiling ladies and jolly girls and boys;

And oh! The parties and the fun

With lovely things for everyone-

Books and sweets and toys.

 

So, if someday at Christmas you don’t know where to go,

Just pack your bags I beg,

And start at once for Winnipeg;

You’ll like it there I know.

 

by Rose Fyleman -1929