One little boy, with wondrous eyes
With socks, waiting in glee
For presents, gifts and wrapped bowties
And a little happiness to see

His dear old Santa, red and white
Come down the chimney in a sweep
Before his eyes do droop in sleep
For Santa, he waits with much delight

With milk and cookies, for good old Nick
And holly and mistletoe, and a candystick
He waits, his dreams all about to come true
Its Christmas, after all, its when they all do

But the Sandman, puts that magical dust in his eyes
He can no longer see, that lovely sleigh, as he sleeps
That bag, full of goodies, for all the kids who were nice
But in the morning a special one for him, under the tree peeps….