THE MOON SHONE ON THE TOWN BELOW
NOT A TRACK COULD BE SEEN
IN THE FRESH FALLEN SNOW.
THE NIGHT WAS QUIET,
IT WAS CLEAR AND NICE,
AS SANTA CLAUSE FLEW
OVER GREAT PARADISE

LOOKING DOWN HE THOUGHT
OF CHRISTMAS LONG AGO,
HE SAW CHILDREN PLAYING
IN THE SNOW.
PEOPLE VISITED THEIR NEIGHBOURS
ALONG THE SHORE
AS THE SEA ROLLED ON THE BEACH
SOMETIMES WITH A ROAR.

BUT NOW IT IS QUIET,
EVERYONE IS GONE,
NO CHURCH BELL WILL RING
NO-ONE LEFT FOR A SONG.

SO SANTA CONTINUED ON
INTO THE NIGHT,
HIS NEXT STOP WOULD BE
SOUTH-EAST BIGHT.

HE WHISPERED TO HIMSELF
AS HE FLEW OUT OF SIGHT,
"TO THE POMEROY'S HOUSE
THAT IS EMPTY TONIGHT,
AND TO THE PARADISE PALS
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND
GOOD NIGHT.'