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.

Keith Garrett