Every creature was stirring, because school was out.
The stockings were hung by the chimney all neat,
In hopes that they soon would be filled with a treat
With mom in her footsies
And some cold arctic wind
When out on the road there arose such a clatter
It was all the cold cars starting up with a sputter
The fluff on the lawn, the house and the trees,
Swirled into my nose as it flew with the breeze.
When What to my wondering eyes should appear
But a white covered tramp, and three kids in snow gear