'Twas the month of December

and all through the house

the Bingles were stirring

at the time of Saint Klaus

Bonne Mamman has invited the children to come

The Bingles are excited to have some fun

We play in the garden

smelling the flowers

No reindeer just yet

We count down the hours

We play in the stick house

and on the tree swing

Then late in the day

hear the dinner bell ring

The gumbo is hot

The rice is steaming

Some turkey and file

give all a warm feeling

The Bingles are hiding

up high and down low

Blue eyes, green wings

and a red bow