Hooves upon the Tiles

Hooves upon the Tiles

I remember Christmas, when I was just a boy,
Presents laid beneath a tree, and crackers with a toy.
Chocolate Father Christmases, golden coins upon a string,
Tucked up in bed on Christmas Eve, OH WHAT would Santa bring.

I’d written down my wishes, with some help from mum and dad,
I’ve been such a good boy Santa, I’ve been such a lovely lad.
It wasn’t me who kicked the ball, through the greenhouse glass,
And it wasn’t me made my sister cry, when she wouldn’t let me pass.

Now it is the grand-children, who get tucked up in their bed,
Who try to stay awake all night, just to see the man in red.
Jolly Santa in his sleigh, who’s flown so many miles,
They strain their ears to try and hear, reindeer hooves upon the tiles.

Eventually they snuggle down, and dream of Christmas Day,
Of unwrapping presents, chocolate and new toys with which they’ll play.
They never hear the reindeer hooves, landing up above,
But in the morning they’ll know he’s been, leaving presents, with his love.

Oh I do remember Christmas, and of what it meant to me,
Of getting up excited, opening presents round the tree.
Oh I do remember Christmas, and happiness and smiles,
But I’d like to hear..just once..the sound of hooves upon the tiles.

©️Martin Silvester 23/12/2021.