“SANTA
CLAUS is coming tonight!”
Least that’s what Mummy said,
“But, go to bed and do what’s right,
Or he’ll go somewhere else instead!”
“But
how ’ll he get in?” I replied,
As Daddy locked the door,
He pointed to the chimney wide,
But I wasn’t very sure.
The
fire was crackling in the grate,
In front, the washing aired,
Unless he left it very late,
Santa would singe his beard.
Despite
my many protests,
And all my questions too,
To bed I went, took of my vest,
For jim-jams that were new.
I
lay there quietly, as a mouse,
Listening to every noise,
Perhaps he’d gone to another house,
To see other girls and boys.
Suddenly,
I heard a sound;
The stairs began to creak,
Then in came Santa, big and round,
I froze – afraid to speak.
My
pillowcase he began to fill,
At the bottom of my bed,
I just lay there, quiet and still,
Sheets pulled up to my head.
With
a “Ho, ho, hum” he went out my door,
At my presents I dared a look,
Soon, a train was running across my floor,
With some sweeties, and a book.
As
Santa left me in the Land of Nod,
One thought nearly drove me mad,
He wore a pair of slippers – how odd,
Which were just the same as my Dad’s!
