On Christmas Eve I was always excited On Christmas Eve, there’s a poem we recited On Christmas Eve it was so hard to sleep On Christmas Eve I even tried counting sheep We didn’t have a chimney for Santa to come in But we always got presents Was it really him? This year it was different A noise got my attention I slipped out of bed with some apprehension When I got to the hall I stopped in my tracks. There it was, the silhouette of Santa a shadow on the wall I knew right then that it was true There was no mistaking No doubt at all The night that I saw Santa's Silhouette I knew it was quite rare The night that I saw Santa's Silhouette There was magic in the air I ran back to my bedroom not making a sound And hid under the covers without being found I didn’t want him to know I was up Didn’t want to get caught Better to wait until morning to find out what he brought The night that I saw Santa's Silhouette The night that I saw Santa's Silhouette The night that I saw Santa's Silhouette I knew it was quite rare The night that I saw Santa's Silhouette There was magic in the air
