On tippy-toes we fly down the stairs With wide-open eyes to see if he came If on the floor there’s dirt from his boots And if outside there’s marks of the hooves If carrot was munched, if milk was drunk Whether mince pie is nowhere to find We hold our breaths and steal a glance Wanting to know way in advance If magic this year was equally strong And if it paid to wait that long Wait! I can see the glow of the tree The marks of the hooves, the snowman’s wink He whispers: “he came, he ate, he drank, and he flew And thanks you all for kindness for you clearly knew That he was hungry, that weary was he So you gave him the best of hospitality.” 🎄🎄🎄