Santa's Home
One day I’ll climb that mountain peak,
The one up there that’s clothed in white,
That is so high, I do believe
It must be Reindeer’s summer home.
If not then Rudolph and his friends
Must spend their summers playing there…
Donner, Blitzen, Dasher, Prancer,
Dancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid.
I wonder if, when I get there,
I’ll find Mrs. Clause washing clothes,
Cooking dinner, washing dishes,
While Santa wiles aways his days.
One day I’ll climb that mountain peak,
The one up there that’s clothed in white,
That is so high, I do believe
It must be Santa’s summer home.
W.C.Hull © 2020-30-5-WCH13-WCH1-13
W.C.Hull © 2020-30-5-H1441-2551-I52-K52-19-L59-19
Copyright © W.C. Hull | Year Posted 2020
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