On Christmas eve we children lie in bed,
Our golden dreams filled with tomorrow's joy,
Gifts and joys to come float through our heads
And expectation fill both girl and boy.
While high above us Father Christmas flies,
The world sits quiet waiting for the day,
A full moon lights clouds far up in the skies,
We see the lights above shine from his sleigh.
Tonight when we're asleep he'll come in here
And fill our stockings up and then we'll see,
What treats he's brought for us to have this year
And just how happy life on earth can be.
We are the lucky ones our parents say,
Not all children are blessed on Christmas day.