A refreshing tingle in the air
As the first snowflakes silently appear
Falling on the coloured lanterns on the tree
While the Sally Army sing out of key.
Children stare into the moonlit night
Hoping to see Santa on his flight.
Eagerly listening for the sleigh bells tune
As Santa and his reindeer pass by the moon.
Stockings hung on chimney breasts
Mum and Dad have yet to rest.
Making everything complete
To make Christmas day a special treat.
Soon everyone is sound asleep
While on rooftops Santa creeps.
Down the chimney’s quite a squeeze
But Santa always strives to please.
Stockings are filled tightly to the brim,
While late night telly plays Christmas hymns.
Santa’s works done so he has some mince pies.
And takes carrots for Rudolph as he waves his goodbyes.
As the take to the sky the sun starts to wake
Making the snow a sheet of diamonds as the day breaks.
Children peer through their curtains, their faces amazed.
The magic of Christmas is here for a day.
By Tanya Housham
Published in a book called Christmas Cracker in 1994. My husband Andy has created some Christmas cards for Redbubble, some based on this poem.