Saintly Visitor

He blows into town without a sound. No one even knows he’s around. He travels by night to stay hidden from the sight of the little eyes that look for his arrival each year.

Down through the chimney, he visits your placedisguised by fireplace soot on his face.

He’s not a burglar and no, he’s not stalking. But he does leave treasures

stuffed in your stocking.

Then under a tree in the corner a few toys can be found. When old Saint Nick blows into town.

A little piece of Christmas in July