Twas the night before Christmas, and down Santa sat. To put on his warmest, red fuzzy hat.

Next came the gloves, as white as the snow, to keep his hands warm wherever he goes.

Black, rugged boots surely keep his feet dry, when climbing up chimneys and rooftops so high.

While children hang stockings and scurry to bed, Santa stays busy loading his sled.

And with a nod of his head and a wink of his eye, Santa knows soon it will be time to fly.