I quietly crept down the stairs to for I had heard a sound.

I came quietly into the living room to see what could be found.

There by the chimney stood an intruder dressed in red.

Now I knew there was nothing to dread.

He was not taking things but putting things under the tree.

He slowly turned and gave a wink toward me.

“What are you doing up, my son,” He said.  You should be in bed.”

The smile on his face told me I had nothing to dread.

He turned to his work and when the stockings were stuffed

He lay a finger beside his nose and let out with a puff.

Then to my amazement up the chimney he flew.

As he flew over head he yelled, Merry Christmas to you.