• Crystalized water falls from the sky,
    Silence sweeps through the house
    Only the wind blowing rapidly against the house is heard
    For this night is different...this night is particular

    Children settled and weary
    Turn their heads to the pillow
    Slowly lose themself in search for the morn'
    A surprise await their delighted eyes

    The clock strikes twelve,
    The house is still silent
    Oh but what is this...
    Soot from the chimey?

    There is a thud
    Then the house goes quiet again...
    One red charcoal-covered boot reveals itself
    Then another...

    My who is this stranger?
    This Jolly ol' fellow?
    Could this be him?
    Could this be Saint Nick!?

    The Red cheeked man dusts himself off
    He smiles, and with a whip of his coat, a black sack appears
    Present after present he unveils
    Carefully laid under the tree they await

    A treat remains untouched on the counter
    The weary, jolly fellow, sweeps them up
    Knowing his work is done, he takes one double check
    He takes his leave

    The morn' shall come
    The children shall see
    What wonder has happened here
    What a wonder to be