A Visit From Santa Claus - Part 1

It was Christmas Eve, not a soul made a sound, And not so much as a mouse could be found, The children had hung their stockings on the hearth, As a quiet, peacefulness gently fell upon the Earth, My family were all asleep, their heads full of dream, Of Santa's arrival with his eight reindeer team, Father in his nightcap, slept soundly in bed, And Mother in her nightgown of green and red, When all of a sudden I heard a commotion, And jumped out of bed with a curious notion, I ran to the window and pulled open the curtain, I thought it must be Santa Claus for certain, New fallen snow shone bright below the moon, Giving the illusion of daylight in mid afternoon, I looked out my open window despite the cold, When a sight met my eyes, wonderous to behold, A lively, old gentleman aboard a great sleigh, With eight tiny reindeer leading the way, As quick as a bolt of lightning out of the sky, He called to each one as they rocketed by, "Now, Donner! Now, Vixen! Now, Dasher and Dancer!, On, Cupid! On, Blitzen! On, Comet and Prancer!, Leap up to the wall and onto the rooftop, Dash away all and let us make our first stop!", They flew through the air with much ease, Like dry autumn leaves on a sudden breeze, The reindeer landed so smooth and swift, Along with Santa and a sleigh full of gifts, I heard their hoofs pawing upon the shingle, And joyful laughter from that old Kris Kringle, To be continued in Part 2....