Tomte
Tomte, Tomte
I’m thinking now of you
The solstice is a’nearing
With the waning of the moon
Red cap, red cap
Troubles come my way
The mice have come to visit
And I think they want to stay
This drawer that drawer
Droppings everywhere
The messes they are leaving
Make me want to pull my hair
Help me, help me
This is not my fight
Come with your styrke
In the middle of the night
Trap them, trap them
Send them out to forage
I need to make your favorite
Winter solstice porridge
Tomte, Tomte
I’m thinking now of you
The solstice is a’nearing
With the waning of the moon
Gnomes and fairies and other mythical creatures. They’re all so fascinating! I wanted to sing about the Tomte who can be a very helpful little one on your farm...if you remember his favorite offerings. -B