Christmas Eve!

A five year old child asks the simple questions, of the man in red with the sled.....

But how can his reindeer fly without wings?

Jets on their hooves? That's plain cheaqting!

And how can he climb down the chimney pot

When we've got central heating?

You say it's all magic and I shouldn't ask

About Santa on Christmas Eve.

But I'm confused by the stories I've heard;

I don't know what to believe.

I said that I'd sit up in bed all night long

To see if he really would call.

But I fell fast asleep, woke up after dawn

As something banged in the hall.

I saw my sock stuffed with apples and sweets;

There were parcels piled high near the door.

Jingle bells tinkled far off in the dark;

One snowflake shown on the floor.

He was here, He was here.

It is true, there really is a Santa Claus!