Christmas is coming! a whisper had stirred
Mice in the meadow, a half awake bird
Peeped from it's shelter where berries hung bright Saw the moon rising to shed her pale light.
Over the country and over the town. Where, through the day, the soft snow drifting down,
Covered the land; now a mantle of white, sparkled
with frost in the hush of the night.
Stockings were hung at the foot of each bed,
waiting for Santa to come with his sled.
Each sleepy head to it's pillow had flown
"Christmas is Coming!" the whisper had grown.
Louder it blew over sea, over shore. Santa could
hear it and lingered no more. "Away now my
beauties" he called to his deer, climbing his sleigh
with it's load of good cheer.
"Christmas is Coming!" the waves of the sea,
echoed the bells as they rang merrily. Mice in
the meadow saw Santa pass by, birds sang
their greeting that reached to the sky.
Santa heard all as he made his long ride,
Stars for his lanterns the moon for his guide.
Lighting his way to each cottage and house,
silent s snowfall as soft as a mouse.
Letter to Santa had asked him to bring, cycles and spaceships, a doll that can sing. Here a small
cradle and there a big train, toy bears and tea sets,
a car, or a plane.
Nothing it seemed was too large or too small.
Santa at last had delivered them all.
Nobody spied him, so fast he had sped, leaving
his toys at the foot of each bed.
Only the mice in the meadow had seen, Only the
birds in the holly bush green.
When the young dreamers with morning awoke,
Giving their stocks a prod or a poke.
Quickly they tumbled from bed to the floor,
Wide eyed with wonder at the toys in galore.
Then they all shouted and gave a big cheer,
"Hooray for Santa, now Christmas is here!"
--Author Unknown
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