Santa’s Halloween
No sleigh to pull no gifts to bring
No sounds of children caroling
No snow covered sidewalks glistening
No sleigh bell sounds for listening
No red suit black belt with boots to match
Just a scarecrow field and pumpkin patch
No time for holly or a jolly saint nick
Just ghouls and howls and treats and trick
But it’s warm and quiet at the North Pole
A few months off before it gets cold
Santa wanders away from his Christmas stand
Where Autumn colors have littered the land
In the darkness of night town folk arranged
In costumes that don’t make Santa seem strange
A barn owl stares from a tree to hoot
A black cat shuffles across his boot
It’s scary for Santa to encounter a feign
Or hobgoblins roaming and covered in green
And it’s a new place for him to be seen
It’s a first for Santa’s Halloween
Under a full moon in the darkness of night
Santa beware you’ll be filled with fright
He wanders along to a house unaware
Silhouettes of branches and what’s hiding there
Finding a brush and handle he keeps
Just a witches broom no down chimney sweeps
Santa’s children are not off to sleep
They’re parading around in costumes they creep
Santa takes the broom in hand to one
side
As it starts to move he goes for a
ride
He flies through the air filled with
delight
Saying ho ho ho on this strange
maiden flight
He flies all night to survey the
scene
A witch scowls with envy so mean
No jealously for Santa to make him
seem green
This is just a first for Santa’s
Halloween
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