Santa's Lot

From the far off distant land

Where the midnight sun is found

Lives a man we all adore

We welcome with an open door

Santa Claus is who I mean

The idol of all children’s dream

He settles in, to pack his sleigh

Before he sets out on his way

Phones and lap tops by the score

Been requested by more and more

On and on the list still comes

Some even wants kettle drums

The packing’s done, at nights approach

Wrapped up like a prince’s coach

The reindeer waiting in the wings

Ready to start when Santa sings

Ho Ho Ho, the merry song

Ready now to start along

The reindeer leap into their flight

To get there in the dead of night

Chimneys entered through the night

Should see Santa, quite a sight

Covered now from head to foot

With a coating of black soot

Children waking in the morn

Feeling great that they were born

Opening presents, to see and show

And Santa’s back in the land of snow.