The Christmas Visitor
It’s Christmas Eve, the ground is white.
I find it hard to sleep tonight.
Impatiently, I wait to see,
I'm so excited, I can't sleep.
I go downstairs to sneak a peek.
What‘s that standing by the tree?
It’s light’s so bright, I cannot see.
I am picked up in gentle arms,
Placed back in bed away from harm.
Now, I settle down to sleep,
And pray the lord my soul to keep.
While I am drifting into slumber, I cannot help but to wonder,
Was Santa standing by the tree,
Or Jesus come to visit me?