Santa
Two merry blue eyes
A queer little nose
A long snowy beard
And cheeks like a rose
A round chubby man
A big bulging pack
Hurrah for Old Santa
We're glad he's come back!
Santa's Sleigh
Have you ever wondered
Where Santa leaves his sleigh,
When he brings toys for the girls and boys
To find on Christmas Day?
For reindeers, all the roof-tops
are much to smooth and steep!
One slip, and they'd fo sliding down,
and land in one big heap!
But if they were in the garden,
How could Santa, with his sack,
Climb right up to the roof-top,
Then down the chimney stack?
There's too much danger in the road...
So, where CAN he leave his sleigh?
Perhaps you'd like to ask him,
When he comes round your way!
Santa's Lap
I like to visit Santa Claus
When Christmastime is near.
It's fun to climb up on his lap
And whisper in his ear.
He says, "My dear, have you been good?
Have you done what Mother said you should?
Do you brush your teeth and hair each day?
Are you kind to others when you play?
I listen to each question
And answer every one.
Although I am ashamed to say
I must say no to some.
But Santa never scares me;
He doesn't even scold.
He just says, "Try again, my dear,
You're a fine lad, I am told."
Gee, I like to visit Santa Claus
When Christmastime is near.
It's fun to climb up on his lap
And whisper in his ear...
Santa
Santa's sometimes called Kris Kringle.
His merry eyes--oh how they twinkle.
His nose and cheeks are red as a rose,
Which match all his bright red clothes.
Wearing a white beard and boots of black,
He's a jolly elf carrying his sack.
When he laughs, he "ho, ho, hos,"
From the tip of his hat to the end of his nose.
Santa's Reindeer
"Come Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, and Vixen.
Come Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen."
Santa said, "My reindeer number eight.
We need to go. We can't be late!
It's dark this Christmas Eve night.
We need someone to carry a light.
Rudolph, of course you'll be fine.
Now my reindeer number nine."
Guess Who!!
F is for the Fur trim round his big black boots and hat
A is for his Apple cheeks, so cuddly, round and fat!
T is for the Toys he brings, and
H his Happy smile!
E is for his Eyes, so bright, and -
R each Reindeer mile!
C is for the Chimney stack, and
H - the Hearth below.
R for his Red cloak and hood, and
I the Ice and snow!
S is for the Stockings,
T is for the Tree - and
M is for the Mistletoe, which we all love to see!
A is for the Angels, who on Christmas cards appear - and
S for dear oldSanta Claus, who comes to us each year!
If I Could Find Old Santa
If I could find old Santa
I'd ask him for a ride.
Under the fur-trimmed blankets
I'd nestle by his side.
But when he went a climbing
Down, down the chimney tall
I'd wait for him upon the roof
For fear that I might fall.
I'd sit and hold the reindeer
And if they tried to go,
I'd call out to them loudly,
Whoa! Reindeer, whoa!
When Santa Claus Comes
Author Unknown
A good time is coming, I wish it were here,
The very best time in the whole of the year;
I'm counting each day on my fingers and thumbs --
the weeks that must pass before Santa Claus comes.
Then when the first snowflakes begin to come down,
And the wind whistles sharp and the branches are brown,
I'll not mind the cold, though my fingers it numbs,
For it brings the time nearer when Santa Claus comes.
Christmas Poem
Gregory A. Bagshaw
When the night is still and snow is down
And Santa Claus is coming ‘round
We close our eyes and flirt with sleep
We’re real quiet , not a peep
We left some cookies on a plate
A glass of milk, it sure tastes great
He'll drink the milk and munch a while
And then leave presents with a smile
He comes around but once a year
And works his heart out, without a tear
He’s Santa Claus and he is good
I believe in him and know you should
For what he brings is not only toys
For all the little girls and boys
He brings a thought of times gone by
A thought that always makes me cry
Loving and giving, our hearts abound
This is the time we turn around
We stop and think about the past
And open up our hearts at last
Old Santa is an Active Man
Lois Lenski
Old Santa is an active man,
He slides down chimneys black.
Fills stockings while his reindeer wait,
And then goes climbing back!
A Christmas Card for Santa
Bobbi Katz
We all hung up our stockings,
and we left you a nice snack.
By now, I guess, dear Santa,
you have filled your heavy pack.
Your reindeer must bew ready
to take you for a ride.
Do you have both your mittens?
It's so very cold outside.
Be careful, please, dear Santa,
on the rooftops where you go.
They're slanty and they're slippery
with a crust of ice and snow.
I guess I should be tired,
but I cannot fall asleep.
Tonight I'll count some reindeer,
instead of counting sheep.
I think you are the nicest man
to do the things you do.
Merry Christmas, Santa dear,
and a happy New Year, too!
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