As winter snow danced lightly down, the moon still held her luminous crown
and watched as each child in town went to sleep softly in the night.
Dreams of Santa filled their minds as they looked at moon’s generous light
and so wondered if they would see his reindeer cross her face in flight.
Warm with hot chocolate, jammies on, their stockings hung above the fires
their eyes grew heavy as they watched the tree with her glimmering wires.
Old Bing Crosby did croon, the sounds of the season on down through the hall
but sleigh bells were the most beautiful sound of all.
When they awake they will see who’s been here
Santa Claus and his eight glorious reindeer.
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Wishing a joyous and peaceful Christmas to you and yours!
Merry Christmas, Bill, to you and yours! Love the goat with the Santa hat on Facebook!