16 dicembre 2018

Santa Claus

A good time is coming, 
I wish it were here,
The very best time 
in the whole of the year;
I’m counting each day 
on my fingers and thumbs
the weeks that must pass 
before Santa Claus comes.

Then when the first snowflakes 
begin to come down,
And the wind whistles sharp 
and the branches are brown,
I’ll not mind the cold, 
though my fingers it numbs,
For it brings the time nearer 
when Santa Claus comes.