On a dark Christmas night,
In a house with a fire,
A little girl sleeps in her bed,
And wonders what might transpire,
In the distance she hears,
The sound of the bells coming near,
She stirs and turns for the window,
To make it easier to hear,
“It’s Father Christmas” she shouts, “He’s on his way”
“I can see him approach on his magnificent sleigh.”