He lives in a world far from here,

Where the snow is cold this time

Of year,

Friends and family are there year

Round.

To help with his quest, around the

World, he is bound,

Santa, the man in red, known to be.

A jolly old guy, no mortal can see,

On this Christmas Eve, he flies

Through the sky.

In his sleigh full of toys, a ho! ho!

Ho! and a sigh,

As the wind whistles on this magical

Night.

The snowflakes fall to a layer of white,

He passes so quietly, over their houses

Of sleep,

Under the trees, presents to keep.

Back to the North Pole, it’s now time

For bed,

Good night to Santa, the man in red.

Keith Garrett