In The Shadow Of St Nicolas

I know he has a list,
And I know he checks it twice.
He isn't bothered one little bit,
About those who have been nice.

He's looking for the evil,
So he can weave his spell.
Just once a year when time stands still,
He's sending them to hell.

He now departs his cabin,
Where two sleighs stand in the snow.
One beautiful in red and gold,
One made from skin and bones.

A sack sits within each sleigh,
One is filled with joy and light.
The other one is empty,
It will be filled with souls this night.

He shakes hands with his brother,
And they share a knowing stare.
Saint Nicholas gives little wry smile,
Then guides his sleigh into the air.

As he climbs into his carriage,
The Sound of snarling floats his way.
Reindeer won't carry him into the night,
For his hell hounds pull this sleigh.

As saint Nick flashes across the sky,
He is so envious it is true.
But he accepted this role centuries ago,
Now he has a job to do.

There must remain a balance,
This has always been the way.
If one brother does not do his work,
There will be a price to pay.

So he watches as his brother vanishes,
And he knows! he too must go.
As he starts to move he gives a smile,
But there is no

!HO! !HO! !HO!