Saint Nick

It's Christmas Eve and Saint Nick is busy In fact he was getting a little bit dizzy An elf asked how will you get a present to every child But Saint Nick just chuckled and smiled Magic he said is what we’ll use Get the reindeers ready and we’ll go for a cruise Flying through the air at a million miles per hour He called to his elves – you see the magical power! Hurtling down chimneys at the speed of light Filling the worlds stockings all in one night Drinking the milk and eating mince pies His already large tum growing in size Heading home now, his work all done Saint Nick’s race against the sun is finally won