A squeak on the stairs. Could Santa be here? Better pull my blankets Up to my ears.
He comes down the chimney, That's how he gets in. Santa uses magic To make himself thin. I better keep still, Can't make a peep. He doesn't leave toys, Unless you're asleep.
My door just opened. Someone's by my bed. It wasn't Santa after all, 'Cause Mom just kissed my head.