Santa

The snow lays upon the ground.
Tracks left by the fox slowly fill,
In its little kettle nest
The Robin’s fast a sleep.

A streak of light across the sky and
Santa’s sleigh is on the way.
Miles away high in the sky
Will he ever do it in a day.

Down the chimney or use the magic Key,

Decisions Decisions  says he.
A quick look around just to see
Everyone’s asleep as it should be.

Over to the tree unload the sack
A quick bite of cake and a dram of whiskey
Grab the carrot for Rudolf and go
Back to the roof and on we go.