In a quaint old town where cobblestones gleamed,
there lived a baker
With a secret dream,
a flower on his hands and a heart so light,
he baked his bread from morning to night
Oh,
the baker's tale of Christmas cheer,
in his little old shop the magic is near
With a twinkle in his eye and a jolly grin,
he spreads the joy from deep within
With dough in his hands he kneads and shapes,
creating wonders with each sweet escape
In the warmth of his oven,
dreams take flight as cinnamon scents dance in the night
Oh,
the baker's tale of Christmas cheer,
in his little old shop the magic is near
With a twinkle in his eye and a jolly grin,
he spreads the joy from deep within
With dough in his hands, deep within
With a swirl of his whisk and a sprinkle of snow,
he crafts his delights for all to know
In the heart of a season where dreams unfold,
his laughter echoes and stories untold
Oh,
the
baker's tale of Christmas cheer,
in his little old shop the magic is near
With a twinkle in his eye and a jolly grin,
he spreads the joy from deep within
So
raise a toast to the baker's cheer,
in his humble abode love is near
For in every loaf and every smile,
lies the spirit of Christmas in every mile