Snow rests gently on a sleepy town,
As streetlights shimmer far below.
Windows flicker with warmth and peace,
A world wrapped in Christmas glow.

A soft shine fills the twilight air,
And stars give way to morning skies.
A quiet sleigh slips through the clouds,
Santa smiles and waves goodbye.

’Tis his last stop, his final call,
The final chimney is complete.
A quiet pause before the night moves on,
One last gift placed nice and neat.

From rooftops kissed by drifting white,
He crossed the globe from dusk to dawn.
So many dreams, so many laughs,
Wrapped in wonder, gently drawn.

Across wide seas and foreign lands,
Through silent towns and cities bright.
He carried hopes in careful hands,
And tucked them in the arms of night.

Every promise kept, each wish delivered,
In gifts tied tight with ribbons and bows.
For every good heart nearly awake,
He left a sparkle, only Christmas knows.

With a parting glance at his last town,
His sleigh bells fill the crystal air.
For only those who truly believe,
Will see the signs that he was there.

North Star bound, for home at last.
His faithful reindeer lead the way,
Where Mrs. Claus and elves await,
With gifts for them, too, tucked away.

Soon morning breaks with joyful cheer,
With only joy that Christmas brings.
While far away, in the North Pole,
Santa rests, and Christmas sings.

And in his heart, as the stars burn warm,
He knows what makes this true,
It is love that gifts the world,
May it always live inside you, too.