~HERE COMES SANTA CLAUS~
He comes in the night!
He comes in the night!
He softly, silently comes;
While the little brown heards
on the pillows so white,
are dreaming of bugles and drums.
He cuts through the snow
like a ship through the foam,
while the white flakes
around him whirl;
who tells him I know not,
but he findesth the home
of each good little boy and girl.
His sleigh it is long,
and deep and wide;
It will carry a host of things.
While dozens of drums
hang over the side,
with the sticks sticking
under the strings.
And yet not the sound
of a drum is heard,
not a bugle blast is blown;
as he mounts to the
chimney-top like a bird,
and drops to the hearth like a stome.
The little red stockings
he silently fills,
till the stockings
will hold no more.
The bright little sleds
for the great snow hills,
are quickly set down
on the floor.
Then Santa Claus mont
to the roof like a bird,
and glides to his
seat in the sleigh;
not a sound of a bugle
or drum is heard,
as he noiselessly gallops away.
He rides to the East,
and he rides to the West;
of his goodies
he touches not one;
He eateth the crumbs
of the Christmas feast,
when the dear little
folks are done.
Old Santa Claus doeth
all that he can;
This beautiful mission is his.
Then, children be good
to the little old man,
when you find who the little man is.
~Author Unknown~
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1997