• The small thing that flickers
    That passes by day and night
    I wounder here it go each Christmas Eve
    I slightly here a ring sound
    Ding, Ding, Ding,

    When I heard a ding
    I look at the window
    It was Jolly O Saint Nick
    taking a ride in the stary sky

    When I wink or even a blink
    He disappear
    With a golden spiracle of his sled