All covered in soot from his head to his toe,
With a sooty old beard, out there in the snow.
With a sleigh and some reindeer - what a pitiful sight!
What a strange thing I saw late upon Christmas night.
With a sack full of presents, resting under the trees,
Whilst the snow gently fell on a northerly breeze;
With a map in one hand and his glasses to read -
He looked up and saw me but took little heed.
He beckoned to me from the garden below,
And I went down to help him out there in the snow.
When I opened the door though - Oh what a surprise!
There was no sign of Santa to gladden the eyes.
Not a footprint or sound - not a reindeer in sight -
So was it a strange dream I’d had on that night?
But next day when I looked at the garden again,
The snow had been cleared by some drizzly rain.
A parcel was sitting out there in the cold
With a lovely blue ribbon and paper of gold.
The label said clearly: “Especially for you -
With love from Old Santa.” Oh yes, it’s quite true.
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