Not many sleeps until Christmas,
Until magic and wishes collide,
And a big jolly man,
Of whom kids are a fan,
Takes their wildest dreams for a ride.
The magic of Christmas is tiring,
When you’re the one sat at the helm,
Making wishes come true,
And cooking lunch too,
It’s no wonder the role overwhelms.
Mere mortals aren’t made to do magic.
Wish granters we’re not, though we try.
But we must get it right,
Late on Christmas Eve night,
Or our children will sob, wail and cry.