Fluttering flurries of snowflakes
Soon fell on Christmas Eve
And from their warm bedroom windows
Children could now believe
Santa would fly with his reindeer
Stopping at each chimney stack
And whilst they soundly were sleeping
He’d choose the gifts from his sack
Then down the chimney he’ll clamber
Leaving his gifts by the bed
Some children later would say that
They saw him all dressed in red
Grown-ups will know this can’t happen
Fairy dust keeps them asleep
His magic would soon be broken
If they all took a peep
So children be very good now
Be glad that old Santa came
A Christmas Eve without Santa
Would surely not be the same