Children sleeping, snow is softly falling
Dreams are calling like bells in the distance
We were dreamers not so long ago
But one by one we all had to grow up
When it seems the magic's slipped away
We find it all again on Christmas day
Tonight, at midnight, after everyone else in my house has gone to bed, I'll sneak outside in the dark and the cold. Bare feet, probably. In one hand, a leather strap with sleigh bells. 1, 2, 3, I'll shake them with a flourish, like the bells on Santa's sleigh.
Perhaps someone will hear them -- half asleep? -- and decide it was a dream.
I believe in Christmas magic.
And I believe in my power to make Christmas magic.
A very happy Christmas Eve to you.