Like a curtain being pulled across the windows of the town,
where no one steals a crafty look because they know
outside, it's lashing down but
in the snuggle at the hearth when toes are warmed and
marshmallows toasted on the fork,
the talk turns to the season due
and Santa's on the mind.

I hope that when this Christmas falls
the rain has stopped and
Santa pops in for a pie,
Mum and I have baked a few so Rudolph and
his reindeer crew can have a feast as they go on
into the breaking of the greatest dawn.

I have been good
I have been good
I knew I could
I have been good and
Santa better know it too
or his few pies are
going in
the dog.