
In the corner of the room there lived a chair,
it was plain and old with no pattern nor flair.
But Your Child knew it was a magical chair,
think of a place and it would take you there.
He sat on the cushion and closed his eyes,
and prepared himself for a Christmas surprise.
He thought of a place too magical to believe...
...hoping to meet Santa on this Christmas Eve!

To the place where Christmas wishes go,
Your Child

he was in Lapland - such a wonderful place.
the letters to Santa flew onto the shelves.
for the nice list - the good girls and boys.
"He's gone," replied an elf, "to see the Reindeer."
Flying high on Christmas cheer,
Your Child

but no sign of Santa - no HO HO HO!
as the Northern Lights danced across the sky.
"I stayed behind," said Rudolph, "no fog tonight."
he went to the ball on his magical sleigh."
Over forests and mountains so tall,
Your Child
made of ice and snow with a disco ball.
as a band were playing their favourite song.
before his busy night with his sleigh and reindeer."
will you stay for pudding or Christmas cake?"
Floating down like a snowflake,
Your Child


Polar bears, Arctic hares, all come to ice skate.
and a clumsy moose skating too fast.
but where was Santa, where was Saint Nick?
"he needs to be quick, the fog is creeping in."
Through the fog above, houses and shops,
Your Child
all was still, apart from a mouse.
"It's so quiet," thought Your Child, "not even a sound."

filled stockings and a Christmas tree.
...Santa did need Rudolph after all!
After all the magical places he'd flown,
Your Child
Your Child and the chair settled back on the floor,
he opened his eyes and smiled at what he saw.
Santa had made a Christmas delivery,
a big pile of presents under Your Child's tree.
This was a night Your Child would never forget,
the places he'd been and the characters he'd met.
He will always cherish that old magic chair,
maybe tomorrow he'll visit new places...
