Thanks Santa

Happy Christmas

Excitement is bubbling, as we hang fairy lights

At last we’ve arrived, at our favourite night

Mother is singing, as we trim the tree

The spirit of Christmas, fills us with glee

Dad tells a story, about Christmas Grinch

And how we’d be sorry, if presents were pinched

His smile steals our fears, removes any dread

We sip our hot chocolate, then go up to bed

Wriggling around, beneath the warm quilt

Giggling decreasing, as energy wilts 

Hush now, go to sleep, our Mother scolds

We snuggle up close, to keep out the cold

Beckoning sandman will not be denied

We drift off to sleep, on night’s rising tide

Safe and secure in the land of our dreams ?

Then I see the Grinch, waken up with a scream

Cuddles from Mother, as she scowls at Dad

Close your eyes little man, don’t look so sad

Saint Nick has already, left the north pole

Snowmen are watching, through eyes made of coal

In the depths of my dreams, I can see all the elves

Taking the presents, down from the shelves

Piling them high, on the big Christmas sleigh

Ready for Santa to take them away

They all get delivered, on the same night

How can this be?, it doesn’t seem right

An angel from heaven, delays midnight chimes

For one night each year, they’re frozen in time

Sound of the sleigh bells, jingle on the roof

In my imaginings, I see Rudolph’s hoof

I open the curtains, but can’t see a thing

In dreamland was certain, I heard a bell ring

Snow covered lawns, reflect light on the dark

Soon will be dawn, but what are those marks?

Fresh reindeer hoof prints, a pair of sleigh tracks

Santa Clause holding, a big present sack

Just like his picture, with red suit and wellies

A shiny black belt, to hold in his belly

He looks up and smiles, from a face full of wrinkles

 Ho! Ho! he cries, and I see his nose crinkle                            

New snow starts to fall, disguising his tracks

With silent footsteps, he makes his way back

I watch as the reindeer, take him to the stars

My eyes demand sleep, for at least one more hour

Waken up! waken up!, my Mother is calling

It’s Christmas morning, the snow is still falling

I dash down the stairs, and run out to the lawn

Hoof prints are covered, sleigh marks are gone

Dad! I saw Santa Clause, leaving our gifts

His tracks have been hidden by the snow drifts

We open our presents before breaking fast

Christmas seems almost, too good to last

As a great Christmas day, comes to a close

I think about Santa, and Rudolph’s red nose

Be blessed one and all, grow joy from despair

Thank Santa Clause, when you say your prayers