Could it be she's dreaming

Or is she really there

A moment of such pleasure

With Santa's list to share

 

Searching for her name now

She knows that she's been good

Taking care of others

Just the way she should

 

Knowing that she's dreaming

Her name she surely sees

With little note attached to it

No peeking if you please

 

But there upon the paper

With gold and silver beads

She sees her name embroidered

With love for all good deeds.