Christmas Poem by Nightshade Starlight

Children shouting with glee,
The can't contain there excitment
For Christmas Eve.
Their wish list already sent,
The tree decorated with briliant lights,
Just maybe they might see that man in red,
And catch the jolly man in their sights.
Except, he will only come when their in bed.
The silent night ticks away
Its all seems to be quiet,
And then, under the tree there they lay.
The colorful presents are tied.
But where oh where could that santa be?
Could he be just the wind,
Or possible the magic of the night?

Just let them think, for a moment,
That there's a jolly old saint nick.