On a mountain of sugar-candy,
under a blossoming almond-tree,
twinkles my gingerbread house.
Its little windows are of gold-foil, out of its chimney steams wadding.
In the green heaven, above me, beams the Christmas tree.
In my round sea of tinfoil
are mirrored all her angels, all her lights!
The little children stand about
and stare at me.
I am the dwarf Turlitipu.
My fat belly is made of gumdragon,
my thin pin-legs are matches,
my clever little eyes
raisins!
