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Santa Sat

Santa Sat 

Santa sat in calm reflection,
his heart was set in one direction,
Christmas day is near.


Santa Checks His List

His opened list, he checked it twice
Who was naughty, who was nice,
Christmas day is near.

Soft white beard, stroked in thought,
Making sure no one's forgot.
Christmas day is near.





Santa's head chock full of names,
Who gets dolls and who gets games.
Christmas day is near.

Santa's workshop in a flurry,
Santa pushed the elves to hurry.
Christmas day is near.

The North Pole filled with jolly hustle,
Santa laughs at frantic bustle.
Christmas day is near.


Santa's Workshop
Mrs. Claus feeds and stuffs her man,
To make him jolly as she can.
Christmas day is near.

Toys for Tommy, toys for Jane,
No one forgotten, it is plain.
Christmas day is near.

Mrs. Claus loves to sing,
Fa-la-la's when bells do ring.
Christmas day is near.

Santa’s elves outdo themselves,
Stacking toys upon the shelves.
Christmas day is near.

Presents packed in his red sleigh,
Elves have worked night and day.
Christmas day is here.

Eight reindeer groomed and fed,
Rudolph waiting at the head.
Christmas day is here.

Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen,
Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen.
Christmas day is here.


Santa's Full Sack


The children, good as gold each day,
You-Know-Who is on his way!
Christmas day is here.

His pipe fit tight between his lips,
His red suit wrapped round his hips.
Christmas day is here.

Through the night sky his team flew,
On the way to me and you.
Christmas day is here.






On the rooftops, click-click-click,
Tiny hooves landed mighty quick.
Christmas day is here.

Down the chimney with full pack,
Stockings stuffed with Cracker Jack.
Christmas day is here.
"To All, A Goodnight!"










Eats your cookies, drinks the milk,
Up the chimney, smooth as silk.
Christmas day is here.

“Happy Christmas to all tonight
To all I wish a fond Good Night!”
Christmas day is here.


© 2013 ajwrites57
A Long
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Images one and three from Karen Whimsy's Public Domain Images


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