Saint Nicholas

Just when the evening
On the birch crown started dancing
Daddy’s little princess
On the window pane placed a stocking

And when the darkness set in
The moon light brought joy
Another stocking was put
By a big little boy

Soon enough two happy faces
Flew into a blissful dream
Knowing that Saint Nicholas
Will fill them, sure thin’

If by any chance
Big little boy’s stocking
Had a stick within
He’d know the princess
Should be blamed
Her mischief was seen.
Happy St Nicholas!

Maxima