A wee bit of magic
and a dusting of hope
Created over time
Is slowly sprinkled with care
Lists planned and chattered
Hints dripped in excitement
Dreams turned into wishes
With a slight nip in the air
With Sentiments treasured
Hanging old crepe decorations
The tree is no longer bare
Takes pride within the tinsel
His yellow coat may be faded
But his crown is still there
A pit sock fastened tight
Checked, measured and stretched
It'll be filled in the morning
Thoughts of cinders won't scare
Goodnight and get to sleep
For tinkerbell will be at the window
Peeking through the curtains
So tiptoe quickly up that stair
His whispers booming loud
Has the big man no been yet
Help ma Boab, we've time for one mare
All huddled, creeping down
The hall is in darkness
Open the door if you dare
Now stand back a wee minute
I will need to peek n check
He might no have left yet
To catch him now widny be fair
A slight glimmer of light
Has he been Dad? Let me see
Silhouettes of surprises
As we all stand and stare
Then the rush of excitement
As wishes turn from dreams
Did you see what he left me
I must have been good all year.