What’s that I hear upon my roof
Loud raindrops or a reindeer hoof
T’would be a very great mistake
If I some foolish error make.
There was a time that I recall
His bells were jingling in the hall
But that was oh, so long ago
How old was I, bout five or so.
I spied the bells there on the floor
Outside of the old hallway door
Yet never caught a glimpse of him
Or of his jolly hairy chin.
I’m sure that he is very wise
Politely keeping his disguise
Perhaps next year we two may meet
If I am here still on my feet !
Claire V. Bogdanos 