It was the hour before Midnight the time for a Holiday Poet write
The Poet knew it had to be something that would excite
Burning the night thinking oil
Yet being intrigue with no foil
A little boy was sitting in his own house on Santa’s lap
Santa in smiles with a jolly look along with his Red and White including his cap
The Little boy’s parents were asleep for the night in their deep nap
Soon after, the little boy offered Santa a Cookie and Milk snack
During this time, Santa was narrating all about the North Pole
It was a wonder in the little boy taking whole
As the story would start, the Elves are the toy makers and the production
That was Santa’s introduction
The little boy responded, “Toys”
Oh what a joy
Of Course, Ms. Claus keeps Santa fattened up
Oh the Christmas winter snows and the shining stars
Every Star twinkles far
Yet they bring a remembrance of a miracle
Oh come all you happy Children
Marvel the wonder and Spectacular
Look to Christmas beyond
It was a little Babe that was born
Being the Light of the World that would be walking among
Santa’s fascination in narration caused the little boy to break into a yond
Now was now time for the little boy to sleep
Santa has a busy schedule to keep
So Santa carried the little boy to his bed
Lately called all his Reindeer
Right at that moment, Santa dashed away
Gifts were left under the little boy’s Tree
The Christmas momentum in preserver
The holiday season had truly arrived
Yet the night was Santa’s threshold in behold
Yonder the star and a Babe being holy a far
Season’s Greetings too all
Cheers and be Merry.