Every year, the expat
As she sat on a mat
Would dream of Christmas
Not alone with her cat

Little cat, my dear cat
To the cat she would tell
With the snow out our window
Don’t you think we are well?
Well we are, are we well?
To the cat she would tell
Well, well, well
Oh
Please
Tell
Well we are, are we well?
Little cat, the expat’s furry cat, the fat cat
Not a bat. Not a rat. Not a hat. But a cat.



Little cat, the fat cat,
it just looked up at her
But it purred. Purred it did.
Purred it did.
Purred
Purred
Purred

The expat, she felt sad
Every year it is so
There’s Gluehwein, there is snow
Oh-ho snow, Oh-ho snow!
Lebkuchen and Gluehwein


She would eat, she would drink
And there’s more, she would dine
But would think
think
and think
About home, where there’s sea
The sunshine, family
The expat, on a mat
With her cat and she sat
Her fat cat. Not a rat.
Not a bat. But a cat.
Not at home, every year
She is sad, you hear, see!
With her cat, who’s a dear
But misses family
Every year, the expat
As she sat on a mat
Would dream of Christmas
Not alone with her cat
Do you think she is well?
Could you tell? Could you tell?
She has cat, her fat cat
She has one, sometimes two
One year three, one year four
One Christmas, even more
Is she well? Could you tell?
If you know, you should tell!
At Christmas, every year
The expat, this her tale
Nothing cheers, nothing near
All things fail, this her tale
Expat’s cat, this Christmas
It brought home something new
Not a stew. Not a pew.
Something new that it knew.
It’s a tree! Oh a tree!

And with it, one, two, three.
One, two, three. Family.
There are three. And a tree.
The expat, this her tale
Every Christmas, all things fail.
Not her cat. Not a hat.
None at all makes her glad.
But alas, finally
When she looked down that tree
A baby was staring
Up at her, you should see!

The baby was Jesus
Do you not know him too?
If you don’t, you should do.
He makes things well and new.
The expat, to her cat
She did say,
You did well!
Little cat, my dear cat
We are well! We are well!
Now this year, the expat
As she sat on her mat
Was this time at Christmas
Not alone with her cat