Twas late at night on Christmas Eve
The young and old had gone to sleep
But one little boy lay awake in bed
Listening for the sound of Santa’s sled

And then the night came over him
His chances were already slim
And when he woke up in the dead of night
The moon was already shining too bright

With all his blankets wrapped around
He tiptoed to the hall, hardly making a sound
Looking down on the floor below
New presents shone with a magical glow

The floor was covered and stockings full
Christmas lights no longer dull
And inside the house, and out on the snowy ground
Santa Claus was nowhere to be found