• Bells jingling
    The biting air

    People at the house are mingling
    As the night goes on

    The stars are shining
    From the kids come a dare

    For the presents there is a pining
    And a hope that Santa is not the result of a con

    When everyone sleeps, a loud thump is heard
    Russling from the decked tree

    When the white and red was seen, they knew it wasn't absurd
    Beard essense of cloud, laughing a HoHoHo

    Red ribbons, blue bows, bringing huge delight
    Every kid whispering, "That one's for me!"

    Next morning, there was quite a fight
    For the pickle hidden, all other kids were a foe

    The morning sky was white with snow
    Every handful crushed diamonds, throwing with all might

    The pines were green, the blazing fire red
    Never the less, Santa's presents did not go to their head