Father Christmas

Father Christmas

The north wind blows bringing Santa Claus and his famous deer,
The children all know that he arrives, the same time every year,
A full white silky beard adorns his face so red and tender,
Dressed in his red and white robe the yearly festive splendour.

Laden with scores of surprises for the children that have
written,
At the festive season he always forgives, and they have been
forgiven,
On Christmas Eve he lays those special toys that had been
requested,
Takes that glass of wine and mince pie, that he thankfully
ingested

Upon his way he must go with his reindeer across the roofs of
snow,
Late he must never be, for the children expect their presents to
show,
Time has gone and Santa has now returned to his land of magic
wonder,
Now he may rest until next year's letters arrive, which he has to
ponder.

Roy Coppin