Peter lay in his bed and he thought

Of what he would like on his list

Santa was coming Nurse said

Out of the snow and the ice and the mist

I would like a toy horse with a bridle

A jeep and a book and some cars

Perhaps a game or a jigsaw

And maybe a chocolate bar (large)

Peter lay down. He was tired.

Rested his sweet little head

A short wee sleep’s what he needed

Turned out to be longer instead

Why are they all round my bed crying?

I’m still here with my jeep and my cars

Santa is standing beside me

Holding my chocolate bar (large)