In the corner of the room there lived a chair,
it was plain and old with no pattern nor flair.
But Your Child knew it was a magical chair,
think of a place and it would take you there.
He sat on the cushion and closed his eyes,
and prepared himself for a Christmas surprise.
He thought of a place too magical to believe...
...hoping to meet Santa on this Christmas Eve!
To the place where Christmas wishes go,
Flying high on Christmas cheer,
Over forests and mountains so tall,
Floating down like a snowflake,
Through the fog above, houses and shops,
After all the magical places he'd flown,
Your Child and the chair settled back on the floor,
he opened his eyes and smiled at what he saw.
Santa had made a Christmas delivery,
a big pile of presents under Your Child's tree.
This was a night Your Child would never forget,
the places he'd been and the characters he'd met.
He will always cherish that old magic chair,
maybe tomorrow he'll visit new places...