Flying above the world
through clouds full of snow,
seeing Santa Claus and
his reindeers in the meadow.
Their noses shining in the evening sun,
I'm sure I saw one with a red nose on.
They jingle through the night,
with the sleigh behind their but,
knowing they're great help to Santa
if the presents don't end up in the mud.
When the sun rises
they're heading back home,
for a good day of sleep
and pieces of pie, some.