Mark, Little Santa Claus.
I can't miss the Season by association,
whatever tells of it coming soon;
Amihan is here from far cold Siberia
Sweeping across all of Asia -
Where the fields turn to gold in the sun,
and harvesting a work and fun;
I gaze at the kites and birds mingle in the sky,
and let my thoughts and dreams to fly.
I need not build a campfire far away
to cheer my friends, or alone to pray;
for here's Santa reborn in a li’l child
who brings along the Tidings mild. ~