It's big,
It's red,
Sparkling,
Above my head.
It's shiny,
It's flooded with bells,
Presents too,
And ribbon shells.
It's holding Santa,
Pulled by a few reindeer.
I hear it flying,
Coming near.
It's landing on the rooftop,
On a small bed of snow.
Santa's here,
I'm certain, I know.
The sleigh bells ringing,
Dropping gifts.
The reindeer flap,
Their feet lift.
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