When Father Christmas comes to town,
With long white beard and bright Red gown.
Trimmed with Ermine, purest white,
He must truly be a wondrous sight.
With Reindeer pulling sleigh of toys,
To give to all GOOD Girls and Boys.
With magic dust to help them fly,
So speedily across the sky.
As midnight strikes, through homes he’ll creep,
Whilst all GOOD children are asleep,
Filling sacks, and stockings hung,
Till finely his work is done.
You must never open eyes to see,
Or very cross Santa will be!
If during night sleigh bells you hear,
For Santa will not come next year.
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