When women in their babushkas
And men in their caps
Had all settled down
With food in their laps.
When out on the lawn
There rose such a clatter
We all left our meal
To see what was the matter
Away to the window
Cetka flew like a flash
Screaming, "Lock all the doors
And hide all the cash."
And what to our wondering eyes
Should appear
But a bagac shaped sleigh
And reindeer.
With a little old Slovak
So lively and quick
We knew in a moment
It must be Janosik.
More rapid than novina
His reindeer all came
As he shouted, "On Stefan"
And each reindeer by name.
Then out to the smokehouse
The reindeer all flew
With a sleigh full of kolbas
And Janosik, too.
Down the smoke vent he came
With a leap and a bound
Dancing a csardas
And twirling around.
He did a short polka
Then went to his work
He gave us Oplatky
Then turned with a jerk.
We gave him kapusta
And dzedo's old clothes
Then sang, "Ticha Noc"
And up the smoke vent he rose.
But we heard him exclaim
As we took off our coats,
"Vesele Vianoce
And to all, "Dobre Noc."