Christmas Bells Poem by George Savige

THE CHRISTMAS BELLS ARE RINGING,
AND TOYS ARE ON THE SLEIGH.
THE LITTLE CHILDREN SINGING,
AND SANTA’S ON HIS WAY.

THEN LITTLE TOM IS ASKING
‘BOUT SANTA AND THE TOYS
HOW CAN SANTA VISIT
SO MANY GIRLS AND BOYS?

‘CAUSE WHEN WE PASS THE WINDOWS
OF LOTS OF DIFFERENT STORES,
WE SEE A SANTA STANDING
BESIDE SO MANY DOORS.

HIS FATHER TURNED AND SAID TO HIM,
I’LL TELL YOU THIS MY SON,
TO VISIT EVERYWHERE ON EARTH
CANNOT BE DONE BY ONE.

SANTA HIRES MEN EACH YEAR
TO GO TO SANTA SCHOOL,
AND THERE THEY TRAIN TO BE LIKE HIM,
NOW DON’T YOU THINK THAT’S COOL?

A MONTH BEFORE EACH CHRISTMAS TIME
THEY PACK THEIR REINDEER SLEIGH,
AND HOP INTO THE SANTA SEAT,
THEN HO HO HO AWAY.

EACH SANTA HAS HIS SPECIAL STORE
WHERE YOU CAN VISIT HIM,
AND YOU CAN SIT UPON HIS KNEE
LIKE JANE OR JILL OR TIM.

THEN CHRISTMAS EVE, IF YOU ARE GOOD,
HE’LL SNEAK INTO YOUR ROOM,
AND LEAVE YOU LOTS OF LITTLE TOYS
TO TAKE AWAY YOUR GLOOM.

THEN TOMMY TURNED AND LOOKED DAD
AND WINKED AT HIM AND SAID,
LAST YEAR I SAW A SANTA.
STANDING BY MY BED…

I THOUGHT THAT I WAS DREAMING
THE WAY I OFTEN DO,
BUT WHEN I THINK ABOUT LAST YEAR
HE LOOKED A LOT LIKE YOU.

NOW WHEN I THINK OF SANTA
I’LL THINK OF YOU, MY DAD
I THINK YOUR’E FATHER CHRISTMAS
AND THAT’S WHAT MAKES ME GLAD.