blondetaitie

Christmas is on his way, Santa's in his sleigh, Reindeer in the sky, HoHoHo from up on high. Santas big red fluffy hat, His face a little fat, whiskers upon his chin, And tummy full of gin. The elves can take a rest, Get back to feeling their best, Santa unloads his sack, Less and less strain on his back. Kiddies all fast asleep, They'd been dreaming of this all week, All their wishes upon this day, Theres nothing more they can do nor say. Moring come fast to those who sleep, Once they'd been counting all those sheep, The moment of truth is here, Childrens faces show slight fear. Then their smiles all glow, They had been