THROUGH THE EYES OF A REINDEER
I travel across a wide open sky,
To a far off land, I fly, and fly.
If you are so lucky, maybe a glimpse of me,
As I pass over where you are to be.
The sound of bells is a warning well known,
Over your world I have flown, and flown.
I am not so real to those without dreams,
Only in the heart of a child it seems.
Through the eyes of a reindeer this tale is told,
To the young at heart it will never grow old.