I hear the bells
Saying krisimasi is near
They ring out to tell the world
That this is the season of cheer


I hear a choir
imba sweetly somewhere
And a glow fills my heart
I'm at peace with the world
As the sound of their imba fills the air


Oh why can't every siku be like Christmas
Why can't that feeling go on endlessly
For if everyday could be just like Christmas
What a wonderful world this would be


I hear a child
Telling Santa what to bring
And the smile upon his tiny face
Is worth zaidi to me than anything