Santa Claus, That Magic Man Poem by Johnjoe o Sullivan

Santa Claus, that magic man so high up in the sky
Isn't it amazing how this magic man can fly
With Rudolph and his sleigh
And all the presents on their way
To every child's he's gonna call on Christmas day

As Santa leaves the cold North Pole and Rudolphs nose a glow
Both of them together flying through the snow
There's no sat nav on poor Rudolph to show them where to go
There's no CD no radio
Just singing ho, ho, ho

As Santa looks through the snowflakes all the chimneys he can see
Wondering will the presents fit
So he can put them under the Christmas tree

Then early Christmas morning,
All the children start to tell
Come see Mam and Dad
What Santa left for me
Everything I wanted is under the Christmas tree
Thank you so much Your way to me
You have this Christmas day so magical for me

Santa Claus..