Hear Them Ringing
Christmas bells, can you hear them ringing?
All night long: carolers singing.
A magical night,
your eyes shut tight
waiting for Santa’s magic sleigh to land!
Penciled out: is the last day.
So tonight: is the right night.
And sleep seeds dreams,
with sugarplum themes,
waiting for Santa’s magic sleigh to land!
In the morning, we can open presents,
sharing smiles as they get passed around.
I'll ask, is one for me?
You'll say: yes, more than one:
but you must wait till Christmas morning.
So calm down,
dream of things you desire:
hang your socks by the fire.
Leave Santa a snack
then go hit the sack,
waiting for Santa’s magic sleigh to land!
In the morning, we can open presents,
sharing a smile that's passed around,
And we'll attend all the festive events,
at least the ones within our town.
On this eve, nerves are tingling.
Can you feel them?
In the air, bells are jingling.
A magical night,
your eyes shut tight
waiting for Santa’s magic sleigh to land!
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