When Santa set out on his route
One stormy Christmas Eve,
He checked his list, his parcels too
And nothing did he leave.
He spends a lot of time you know
Before this special night.
He boards his sleigh, taps on the reins
And then he holds on tight.
Up and away went Santa Claus,
Right up above the clouds -
And the efficiency of how he works
Would make most people proud.
One night, however, things went wrong
High up there in the sky
And it’s hard enough for that poor man
To miss those planes up high.
A storm was sweeping round the world -
A hurricane in fact -
And Santa battled through the wind
With all those presents packed.
The sleigh was tossed from side to side;
The reindeers? Well you’ve guessed.
They tried their best to carry on
But for certain they were stressed.
The load of presents - what of these?
Well, it’s exactly as you feared.
They fell from Santa’s Christmas sleigh
And quickly disappeared.
Next morning children went to see
What presents they’d received,
And finding nothing - goodness me -
Felt that they’d been deceived.
Then on the news they heard quite clear
Of poor old Santa’s plight,
But the newscaster said: “Don’t you fret,
We’ll bring your toys tonight.”
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