Overhead high in the night sky
What do I see my oh my
Is that Santa's sleigh and reindeer
It must mean that Christmas is near


My eyes have aged along with me
I can't be sure of what I see
Is it that round man dressed in red
I wonder what reindeer are fed


I think perhaps I can count eight
Pulling that sleigh of heavy weight
Piled high with children's toys
Nice gifts for all the girls and boys


They no longer want Lincoln Logs
Nor a pony, kittens, or dogs
Electronic things are on their list
The more costly is today's twist


How do the elves make Mp3
Or laptops to put under tree
And where does Santa get the cash
When children ask for something rash


Christmas has changed over the years
Empty pockets brings on tears
How do we get the basics back
Things elves can make for Santa's sack