Secrets and Santa Claus Poems

Secrets
~ Anonymous ~

Secrets big and secrets small
On the eve of Christmas.
Such keen ears has every wall
That we whisper, one and all,
On the eve of Christmas.

Secrets upstairs, secrets down,
One the eve of Christmas
Daddy brings them from the town,
Wrapped in papers stiff and brown
On the eve of Christmas.

But the secret best of all, 
On the eve of Christmas
Steals right down the chimney tall,
Fills our stockings, one and all,
On the eve of Christmas.

Santa Claus
~ Anonymous ~

He comes in the night!  He comes in the night!
He softly, silently comes,
While the sweet little heads on the pillows so white
Are dreaming of bugles and drums,
He cuts through the snow like a ship through the foam,
While the white flakes around him whirl.
Who tells him I know not, but he finds the home
Of each good little boy and girl.

His sleigh is long and deep and wide.
It will carry a host of things,
While dozens of drums hang over the side,
With sticks tucked under the strings.
And yet not the sound of a drum is heard,
Not a bugle blast blown,
As he mounts to the chimney-top like a bird,
And drops to the hearth like a stone.

The little red stockings he silently fills,
Till the stockings will hold no more,
The bright little sleds for the great snowy hills
Are quickly set down on the floor.
Then Santa Claus mounts the roof like a bird,
And glides to his seat in the sleigh.
Not the sound of a bugle or drum is heard
As he noiselessly gallops away.