Santa s Radiant Journey

A breath of crisp, star-dusted air,
The twinkle of a light so rare.
A promise whispered on the breeze,
Through slumbering, snow-laden trees.

A hush descends, the world asleep,
While starlight paints the canvas deep.
Then a whisper, soft and low,
A gentle current starts to flow.

It swells and builds, a shimmering sound,
Where magic truly can be found.
This is the prelude, pure and bright,
To Santa's journey through the night.

Oh, Santa's Radiant Journey, a symphony of snow,
Where sleigh bells chime and spirits glow.
A tapestry of melodies, a hushed and hopeful tune,
Beneath the watchful, silver moon.

No words are needed, hearts can hear,
The joy that banishes all fear.
A radiant path, a whispered dream,
Carried on a silent stream.

The runners hum a hopeful tune,
Beneath the watchful, patient moon.
A gentle tug, a whispered "Go!"
Across the world, the gifts will flow.

The strings like frost, a delicate gleam,
Reflecting stars in a frozen stream.
A flute's clear call, a bird's faint song,
Where silent wonders all belong.

The brass then swells, a warm embrace,
Illuminating time and space.
A gentle pulse, a steady beat,
Guiding us with tiny feet.

Past slumbering towns and silent streams,
He rides on beams of starlight gleams.
A flicker here, a distant chime,
Transcending space, defying time.

Oh, Santa's Radiant Journey, a symphony of snow,
Where sleigh bells chime and spirits glow.
A tapestry of melodies, a hushed and hopeful tune,
Beneath the watchful, silver moon.

No words are needed, hearts can hear,
The joy that banishes all fear.
A radiant path, a whispered dream,
Carried on a silent stream.

It paints the rooftops, frosted white,
The laughter echoing in the night.
The wonder seen in sleeping eyes,
Beneath a million starry skies.

This music breathes the spirit of giving,
The pure delight of joyful living.
A feeling vast, a boundless grace,
Reflected in each happy face.

Oh, Santa's Radiant Journey, a symphony of snow,
Where sleigh bells chime and spirits glow.
A tapestry of melodies, a hushed and hopeful tune,
Beneath the watchful, silver moon.

No words are needed, hearts can hear,
The joy that banishes all fear.
A radiant path, a whispered dream,
Carried on a silent stream.

And as the dawn begins to break,
And slumbering hearts begin to wake.
The final notes, a gentle sigh,
A memory in the morning sky.

Santa's Radiant Journey…
It will stay,
Until the next enchanting day.
Shhh… listen close… it fades away.

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Here's a link to the song:

https://disk.yandex.ru/d/S0Q_jG6QmBuMRg

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Instrumental version - via the link:

https://disk.yandex.ru/d/9JCM8-sBPc0Oog

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Russian version of the song via the link:

http://stihi.ru/2025/11/26/415