Čeravno mi je oče pravil,
da k nam ne boš ničesar nosil,
bi te vseeno rad poprosil ...
A ne bonbonov, smuči in slaščic,
ne kakor lani kruha in potic ...
Snega nam pošlji, Jezušček, snega,
da oče dela bo dobil na cesti.
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