Coming along with his deers,
He's rinding his sleigh,
Ringing is the bell on his hat,
Infant's houses he's looking at,
Sleeping in their beds, dreaming about
Tones of sweets and candies,
Mases of toys and goodies,
Appearing under the Christmas tree,
Since they've been naughty some won't get any!
*It's an acrostic poem (look at the first letter of each line)*
