The soft snow, against the roof
and all the stars are icy blue.
And in sometime, sometime soon,
you’ll hear the jingling bells.
For on that winter night,
high above and out of sight
you’ll still hear him, if you listen
listen for his sleigh bells.
And you’ll lay awake like all the others!
All the other boys and girls,
thankful that they were good as stars-
for a whole year! For one day, not far.
That night you’ll hear hooves on the roof,
and Boot treads on Mum’s clean carpet,
a trial of snow, where did it go!?
It cuts off at the chimney!
But turning from the eaten carrots,
that all the deers, especially Masher enjoyed. You’ll see the tree,
the tree will gleam with all that shiny paper.
And if you listen, between your tearing,
between your laughter at your gifts,
you’ll hear that deep and lively voice calling out
“Ho ho ho”
So long Saint Nick!
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