I awoke late the eve of Christmas To the sound of strange tinkling bells Half sleep looked out my window There parked was a reindeer and sled
I get out of bed and to myself said Something here is not right Went into the living room shaking my head There on my couch sat a white bearded man Red suit Cup of fresh coffee in hand
Still in shock I said Hey you must be Santa Claus But what are you doing here eating pie Shouldn't you be delivering presents to good boys and girls With reindeer pulling you through the skies
He said my son I am famished and all done Your house was my last stop So I took a short rest and caught my breath Please pardon me if I helped myself
Again he spoke and said I do love cookies and milk But there are times I like something warm Its a very long cold trip you know To the North pole and my home
I thank you for your hospitality For the wonderful coffee and pie Leaving a bag of packages under the tree **** He was gone in the blink of an eye
Thinking to myself No one will believe this They will say It is all a lie That I awoke late one Christmas eve To Santa resting on my couch Having coffee and a slice of pie
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