The Week Before Christmas
The week before Christmas, he drops in the store…
With this little red suit (he never brings more)
His eyes twinkle brightly, his cheeks are so pink,
He’s really quite chubby (much more than you’d think).
He smiles and then winks as he hands us the suit…
All trimmed with white fur, so cunning and cute.
He holds up his finger, his voice is quite clear…
(It’s the very same thing he says every year).
“You do the best job that I’ve ever seen…
Must be that exclusive Swan Fabri-Sheen.
I like my coat sparkling! My fur gleaming white!
So everyone knows me on my special night!”
And then off he goes, he won’t leave his name…
But every December, we know he’s the same!
And sure as you live, on the 24th day…
Just about closing, we’ll all hear a sleigh.
And though we can’t see them, we’ll hear on the roofs…
The prancing and dancing of real reindeer hoofs!
And then through the door, he bursts with a flurry!
We know that this time he’s in a great hurry!
He picks up his suit, with approval he beams…
Then he’s gone in a flash, a mere second it seems!
And off into the night, they all disappear…
And it seems almost like he never was here!
And though we’re not certain, I’m sure you’ll agree…
It just must be Santa, who else could it be?
Written exclusively for Swan Cleaners by Betty Zane Watson©
