Sleep Now, Dear Santa

By the warm log fire he sits, 
In his old, loved rocking chair, 
Rested from his journeys
With snow still in his hair. 

No longer donned in reds and whites,
But in a warm fluffed gown, 
For santa needs his sleep now
After flying round each town. 

But don't think now that he just rests
Till Christmas comes a calling;
Just 'cos he's hung up all his reds
Don't think he lays just snoring. 

For every moment of our lives, 
Santa lives and breathes, 
In every gift that you give out
And all that you receive. 

He makes his list throughout the year,
But not all have to wait;
For giving and receiving love 
Is in each and every day. 

But no longer in his bright red robe, 
He isn't often found;
He jumps, one outfit to the next, 
On ever-moving ground. 

One day, a kind rich stranger,
The next a sweet
old man, 
But every suit he wears
He gives love all he can. 

But know that he may choose to dwell
In any place you see, 
From the king inside the Palace, 
To the pauper on the street. 

For santa visits everyone, 
In every walk of life, 
Giving love and hope throughout the year, 
Until its Christmas time. 

But know that santa also, 
Likes to test his own reflection;
And loves to see if giving, 
Is also your intention. 

So next time that you see a soul, 
Struggle through the day, 
Think of how your santa, 
Would bring love to fill  their day. 

And every gift that you receive, 
Be grateful and feel blessed, 
Knowing  Santa's  with you  
And that his love never rests.

But  now he sits by the fireplace
Aglow with all that sherry;
With the memories of warmed minced pies
Rumbling round his belly. 

Let's leave him now, so he can sleep,
Let him dream this day away. 
Sweet dreams dear santa, you are loved,
Today, and every day