Sitting there on throne of chair Disguised from childhood dreams Awaiting children and their family To come sit atop padded knees
With pants of velvet crimson red Gentle hands gloved in white sateen Buckled up he tugs at bit at hip As snowflaked whiskers brightly sheen This is where all children flee At Christmastime in shopping malls To sit atop his welcoming knee And hear whispers quietly hushed
With a giggle and a bounce he gives us a hug Ho Ho Ho Santa chants his message aloud Now I must return to the North Pole you know But remember these words I say before I go The best of gift at Christmastime Is found within your very heart Love each other every day And make peace with all mankind.
[This message has been edited by CocoBaci (edited 11-06-2000).]
Coco my three sons are grown up now but we took lots of pictures on Santa's knee...and I'll bet they thought they were going to get exactly what they ask Santa for...and sometimes they did...I have a friend named Coco...love that name...James