He comes in the night, softly and silently he comes,
as thousands of little heads lay on their pillows so white,
dreaming of bugles and drums.
"Thump thump" he mounts to the chimney top,
the red velvet stockings, he silently fills,
till they can hold no more.
Then, the bright little sleds for the white snowy hills,
Santa quickly sets on the floor.
Then again like a bird he glides to his seat in the sleigh,
as his faithful old reindeer pull him away.