Christmas Windows - Old Phantom Christmas
Old Phantom Christmas
Coming through my window
How silently he steals
Past my bed posts
Through my bedroom door
Down the stairs and
Now there's music
Distant music
I swear
I'm up and creeping
Through my bedroom door
Past a Fairy on the stairs
Old Phantom Christmas
Stuffing all our stockings
Hanging silver tinsel on the tree
Now I hear them clopping
Those restless reindeer
while Old Phantom Christmas
Blesses me
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2008
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