Racing to spend Christmas Day at home with you.
My horse, pacing swiftly, seems eager as I,
And rushing home eagerly, too,for Christmas day.
Cold silence of night and earth's blanket of snow
Are cleft by our passage as homeward we go;
While, peering through windows, are happy-faced children
Roused by the sounds of my sleigh bells jingling,
sharply jingling, merrily.
My sleigh is of silver. My horse is of pearl,
And the bells that he rings are pure gold,
And he has been dashing for one hundred years
Over snow that's one hundred years old.
I'm only a painting on a Chinese plate
On a shelf in an antique store,
But I will come dashing back home to you,
and dashing, and dashing, and dashing, and dashing
One hundred years more--back home for
Christmas day.