1.When   Santa   Came   To   Town

The flocks slept in silence on the brow of the hill,

while the shepherds were snoring long after their fill.

A descending white star cracked open the sky,

with such force a young shepherd boy quivered, then cried.

“Don’t cry,” boomed a voice, “shed all nightly fears!”

A red sash that swept upwards was drying his tears.

Out stepped a red robe, trimmed in white furry lace,

and a white-bearded, apple-cheeked, sun-ripened face.

The blinding starlight slowly dimmed in his eye,

while the young shepherd boy shed his fear with a sigh.

“Who are you?”yawned the boy, with his mouth opened wide.”

“A messenger charged with an endless night ride.

But, no longer shall I steer the star-chambered sea,

I’m now summoned to sail your night wild and free.” 

He whistled, out sprang his great team wreathed in fire,

twelve white-winged stallions enflamed with desire.

One leap to his chariot, one crack of the whip,

one white blinding moment, resumed his long trip.

Never again to descend in sweet Bethlehem’s sight,

still he drives his great team every cold Christmas night.