A sound was heard in the dark of night
up on the roof giving us a fright.
Jen and I sitting on the stairs high
waiting to see if Santa comes by.
Huddled together still as a mouse
to see this burglar enter our house.
Some cookies and milk for the fat thief
we'd left by the fire in belief.

Sleepy we got sitting in the dark
watching the embers crackle and spark.
The flash of red we missed in our doze
quick as we'd heard, his coming and goes.
The soft chuckle he made as he worked
nor the whisp up the chimney he jerked.
Did not wake us to get our first sight
of Santa Claus on Christmas Eve night.

The smell of cocoa on the dawns break
woke us both up smiling awake.
Yes we had missed to glimpse him again
but the toys at the tree showed where he'd been.
Who can't beleive a fat little elf
would magically give of himself.
to bring joy and cheer to good boys and girls
on this special day around the world.