SANTA IS ON HIS WAY



   Sit back and think for a moment, back when 
  Once young,


   Do you remember that feeling you had, winter 
  Was coming.


   Thoughts of the North pole, and Santa Clause 
  Stuck in your head,

   Where his secret home stood was a mystery to 
  All mankind.

   Reindeer would fly through the night, who would 
  See a spectacular sight?

   Did you ever believe, that the elves hanging 
   From A tree came to life at night?

   On Christmas Eve night, the sound of what may 
    Land on a rooftop after flight,

  There is a magic that surrounds a child's mind, go 
   To Bed and cover your head,

  Santa is on his way, tonight he flies with his 
   Eight, Tiny Reindeer, look to the sky.
                                 Merry Christmas.

                                                       Keith Garrett