The ornamental Santa hangs on a tree
Silent but jolly for all to see
On the North Pole, the real Santa works
Hurrying around as the night still lurks
A layer of ice forms upon the pond
As Jack and Jill Frost dance with scarves donned
They flit lightly to window sills
Patterns of frost flowing from their hands like rills
On the glass panes forms take shape
With children asleep and no one to gape
The night awaits with bated breath
Finally reindeer drawing a sled cross an unseen path
In the sky, bells a -jingling
Santa's laugh loudly ringing
As he finishes his rounds
From his mouth "Merry Christmas to all!" sounds
And thus is the eve of Christmas
