LITTLE BOY OF 7

It was the night before Christmas,
 and all the children sleep 
Eyes closed tightly,
 wrapped up in woven sheets
And upon high in the sky
 a sleigh did fly,
 and reindeers he did steer
and in the children’s bedrooms 
sandman removed their fears 

Now Santa had a job to do,
 and not much time to do it 
and down the chimney Santa went to
deliver children’s presents 
but on this snowy Christmas eve,
 just after eleven 
he met a boy who was not asleep,
 his age around seven.

Now everybody knows
 that Santa should not be seen 
Especially on this snowy night
 that we call Christmas eve
The boy could not believe his eyes;
 he had to rub them twice 
And when he finished rubbing them 
Santa sat eating mince pies 

He walked over to Santa
 and prodded his fat belly 
While Santa laughed jollily 
and then turned on the telly
The boys eyes they did open 
when he saw what was on the news 
He then turned to Santa and
 said "how come? i'm confused,
 how come you're here and on the news?" 

Well Santa sat him on his knee
 and started to explain 
That he has decoys everywhere,
 so his identity remains 

Now Santa he did say to this boy
 around the age of seven
On this snowy Christmas eve,
 now just past eleven
You cannot tell a soul you saw me; 
that would be bad for business
And all the children, 
would forget the true meaning
 of Christmas

My identity has to remain,
for I am just a man 
But once a year I put on these clothes,
 and do the best I can

I try and bring more than presents, 
and good will to all mankind 
But if my secret ever got out
 there be no more Christmas lights

so on this snowy Christmas eve
 this boy of around seven,
looked up to the clock that read
 quarter past eleven 

he turned to Santa teary eyed and said
 “your secret is safe with me 
I wouldn’t want to spoil other children’s fun,
 you fill their world with glee, 
So I’ll forget I saw you, 
just promise one thing to me?
That you will come back every year, 
and leave presents under my tree