A Christmas tree in a child’s eyes
The wonder of snow
A child’s thinking on when will Santa show?
A child who will be asleep
A prayer in my soul to keep
It will later be Santa’s surprise ride
The child asleep being their own stride
Then gifts will be under the tree
It will be Christmas morning in opening gifts for all too see
Then Santa will take off swiftly into the night
Then Santa will suddenly vanish out of sight
A remembrance being of a glimpse of a Christmas star
Christ’s birth being ever so far
A fond Christmas tell
The heart moving tail to sell
Good night everyone and it has been swell.