I hear hooves up on our roof,
Santa must be here!
I wonder what he brought me?
I’ve been so good this year!
Mom and dad said he’s not real,
And that he’s make-believe.
They said that Santa isn’t made
For older kids like me.
I told them Santa’s seen me,
and I’ve seen Santa too.
I hear Santa in the chimney,
And he’ll be here very soon.
I really want to prove them wrong,
So I asked him to stop by.
He told me that he just might stay,
Won’t they be surprised!
They say he’s always watching,
To see if you’ve been bad,
If you do something he won't like,
It makes Santa very sad.
I see Santa’s small, black boots,
In the fireplace,
The sound they make like reindeer feet,
Minus poise and grace.
I see Santa’s long red hands,
I think they must be gloves.
Coming down into the room,
Reaching from above.
I hear Santa’s Jolly laugh
Bellow all around,
It’s deeper than I thought it’d be,
It’s quite a raspy sound.
But the thing that really shocked me
About Santa’s black and red
Is that no one ever told me
About the horns upon his head.
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Credits
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