I will put in my pocket

The swish of a snowy storm on a winter’s night,
Ice laying on the Atlantic,
The tip of a tongue touching a snowflake.

I will put in my pocket

A reindeer with a glowing nose,
The sip of hot chocolate on a cold Christmas Eve,
A thrown snowball from a tough boy.

I will put in my pocket

Three peaceful wishes spoken by Santa,
The last joke from a Christmas cracker,
And the first Christmas for a new born baby.

I will put in my pocket

The last season and a bundle of presents,
Santa in a race car,
And a racer in a sleigh.

My pocket is fashioned from ice, bark and snow,
With a shining star and Christmas trees in the corner,
Santa sitting down with elves guarding him.

I shall dive in my presents ,
In the great grotto of the wild North Pole,
Then wash ashore the last presents of Xmas,
The colour of Festive times!