As Christmas nears, cathedrals sing
And bells toll loud and clear.
This poem hopes that it will bring
A touch of Christmas cheer.
I wrote my note to Santa and
The chimney? Up it went.
It's on its way to Lapland and
To elves it shall present.
The stocking's hung above the fire,
I fear a lump of coal:
My naughty list position's higher
And God knows heart and soul.
Santa comes at night with Dancer,
Dasher, Comet, Vixen.
And heading up the sleigh are Prancer,
Cupid, Donner, Blitzen.
He climbs inside the chimney, right,