God Rest ye Merry Hippogriffs

God rest ye merry hippogriffs,

Let nothing you dismay,
The fire is lit, the parcels wrapped,
And put out on display.
The mistletoe is hung above,
The nargles chased away,
O tidings of magic and joy,
Magic and joy,
O tidings of magic and joy.

In the paddock, just outside,

Slumbers a unicorn,
The snowflakes fall upon his head,
And gather round his horn.
He graces this home for the night,
And can merit no scorn,
O tidings of magic and joy,
Magic and joy,
O tidings of magic and joy.

From the kitchen wafts a smell,

Attractive without blame,
Of pies and tarts and cinnamon,
And slowly roasting game.
The house elves scurry all about,
The children do the same,
O tidings of magic and joy,
Magic and joy,
O tidings of magic and joy.

Fear not of kneazles underfoot,

Or pixies low in flight,
That pull your ears and stub your toes,
When let out of your sight.
Tonight, up they are curled as one,
Basking in firelight,
O tidings of magic and joy,
Magic and joy,
O tidings of magic and joy.

The clear glass of the window pane,

Has intricate designs,
Which, traced upon its cold surface,
Can often bring to mind.
The frozen surface of a pond,
And needles of a pine,
O tidings of magic and joy,
Magic and joy,
O tidings of magic and joy.

And when inside, the wondrous feast,

On the table is lain,
The guests all are gathered at once,
And they cannot refrain.
From raising their golden goblets,
In unanimous praise,
O tidings of magic and joy,
Magic and joy,
O tidings of magic and joy,

Now fly above the town this eve,

Leave behind not a trace,
Of worries or of fretful times,
That might have plagued this place.
For Christmas brings a warmth to us,
And this we must embrace,
O tidings of magic and joy,
Magic and joy,
O tidings of magic and joy.