The blizard outside
Scare the childern inside
For fear of no santa this year.
But i hold them tight
All through the night
Reminding them to have no fear.
As i finish putting them all in bed
I ran to a noise sounding of someone that fled
And of course there was no one in sight.
But on the roof
I could hear the small hoof
Of impossible things that go into flight.
Tearing open the window
I threw up a small symbol
That represented a farwell and thanks.
He waved to me a small bye
As i leaned with a sign
For that round old man restored my faith.
