После всех праздников, но перед Старым НГ:
January by Elsa Beskow
Tick-tock says the clock,
It’s twelve of the night.
The New Year’s here
And the stars are bright.
The old year’s gone,
He’s tired and worn,
Christmas is past,
The tree all shorn.
The star-children come,
In the dead of night,
Like Three Wise Men
Bringing the light.
Tick-tock says the clock.
The New Year’s come.
Good Year to you all
Until the next to come.
January by Elsa Beskow
Tick-tock says the clock,
It’s twelve of the night.
The New Year’s here
And the stars are bright.
The old year’s gone,
He’s tired and worn,
Christmas is past,
The tree all shorn.
The star-children come,
In the dead of night,
Like Three Wise Men
Bringing the light.
Tick-tock says the clock.
The New Year’s come.
Good Year to you all
Until the next to come.