When Santa Claus Comes

 

A good time is coming,

I wish it were here,

The very best time

In the whole of the year;

I'm counting each day

On my fingers and thumbs --

The weeks that must pass

Before Santa Claus comes.

 

Then when the first snowflakes

Begin to come down,

And the wind whistles sharp

And the branches are brown,

I'll not mind the cold,

Though my fingers it numbs,

For it brings the time nearer

When Santa Claus comes.

 

~ Author Unknown ~