We pray a Merry Christmas for those that are dear,
Whether it be full of toys or filled with Christmas cheer.
We set up all our stockings or listen for ringing bells,
As we sit down by the fire and enjoy the Christmas smells.
Later on we tuck in bed as many dreams fill our head.
We dream of sounding bells or old timeless tales.
But in our sleep he comes to creep,
Through the door or down the floor,
In the basement, in the attic,
A big wondrous toy mechanic!
He is there.. there is he…
Mr Claus, where could he be?
As quick as light, a flash in the night,
Santa Claus comes tonight!