This Christmas Couldn't Be Any Better

Here he comes,
oh here he comes,
I'm sure I hear the bells.
A glass of beer,
a biscuit or two,
I'm sure my treats, he smells.

I've left a few carrots,
and a bowl of water,
in case his companions should stray.
It's an awful long trip,
to do in one night,
even in a magical sleigh. 

With a bash and a bang,
a clink and a clang,
I think I hear him downstairs.
My stocking hangs proud,
from a nail so strong,
to be filled with Santa's wares.

From under the covers,
with eyes shut tight,
I pray he got my letter.
A brand new bike,
with a bell and a light,
and this Christmas couldn't be any better.