Reinfall

I’ve seen where the reindeers roam,
I said I needn’t a Christmas doll, cake, or gnome,
If I could only keep a deer for my own,
But I can’t take them home,
Not even one, but ev’ry night, 
After my teeth I brush, my hair I comb,
And Father and Mother are tucked in tight,
Out the window, barely noisome,
I’ll run as a sprite,
To the hills where the reindeer roam,
And I’ll watch them glow,
As the moon moves slow,
And think what it’d be like to have one of my own.