Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.
Christmas morning is coming and the children can’t wait.
Poor Santa must hurry because he’s running late.
Feverishly checking his list while donning his clothes,
He hops on his sleigh and away he goes.
Transporting toys just fresh off the line,
Old Santa must hurry to deliver the presents on time.
There is no need to worry, no need to fear
For he has the help of his mighty reindeer
So it’s off to work then home to crash
This is the tale of Santa’s Delivery Dash