Even as a small child  
I had liked to believe,  
That the fat man in red  
Had many toys to give,    
To make all the children  
Happy on Christmas Eve;  

For on this holy night  
Santa is not a lie,  
And children everywhere  
Will be watching the sky,  
To see if Santa Claus  
And reindeer will pass by;  

But it's not a big deal  
If it's a fairy tale,  
Adults need something too  
when happiness is frail,  
And Santa brings a smile  
Like Christmas cards in mail.

Scorching flames burn on the left
Freezing cold awaits on the right
Walking the tightrope of everyday life
Keeping the final destination in sight
He’s walked for five and seventy years
Towards a glimmering light
But a few slips are enough to set one back
Still he’ll walk into the night

They were just new-born baby snowflakes,
heavy raindrops splashing on the walls,
half an hour later fully grown,
and falling like fluffy cotton *****;

It snowed heavily for half a day,
the snowflakes falling without a sound,
everything slowly changed to white,
rooftops, treetops, bushes and the ground;

Such a beauteous stunning scenery,
was thrilling to capture all in mind,
for a joyous glorious little while,
snowflakes made me leave my cares behind.

Into unchartered waters the night ship sails,
Beyond the seas beyond the seals and whales,
Entering a world human eyes have never seen,
Where reality and fiction are somewhere in-between,
Where dreams seem real though ghostly in form,
And confusion and fear are often the norm,
But the sailor has no means to steer and control,
Uncomfortably impotent and passive is his role,
As his night ship into unchartered waters sails,
Beyond the seas beyond the seals and whales.

The cow that once jumped over the moon,
And returned to earth to meet the spoon,
Since he was so able,
He thinks it possible,
To now jump over the sun at noon.

I stopped my drive on the mountain side,
To enjoy the country scene below,
Mother Nature was changing its green,
To orange with a gentle golden glow.

The small village town seemed fast asleep,
Very few cars were moving around,
Silence reined in the afternoon's stage,
Except for a couple of birdie sound.

In the distance where the sky was blue,
The mountain tops were still capped in white,
Year-round snow was almost always there,
Unscathed in the gaze of the soft sunlight.

That peaceful, beauteous scene did declare,
Autumn magic was definitely there.

Her leaves were transformed, jade green to gold,
She proudly struck a picturesque pose,
In the cool autumn's October month,
Justly pretty as a flowered rose;

The morning sun a helping hand did lend,
To enhance her winsome worldly charms,
At times a brazen afternoon breeze,
Caressed her gently with loving arms;

Her golden colour a month did last,
Winter stripped her naked as can be,
Then in December the snow arrived,
And changed her into a frosted tree.