I wrote this around Christmas. Inspired by snow.
I saw a man walk by last night
And he looked jolly, old, and bright
For he had no car as he walked in the fog
Had he only a stick and a small red nosed dog.
Now I look up into that bright sky
And as the snow falls like pepper
I think of that guy, walking by
As we eat our supper.
A few days later i see him again
So i greet him as a lovely gentleman
Kindly i ask for this man's name
Then he turned around and started to explain....
He said his name was Nicholas
And shall he not tell me his last
As it was, as if the whole day had past.
I turned around to say good-bye
But he was gone, nowhere near by
Now all I could do was say to the sky....
Good-bye Sir Nicholas
And have a good night
For tomorrow is Christmas
So please, sleep tight!