Just imagine what it must be like for Santa on Christmas Eve, flying around the world all night delivering presents, stopping at millions of houses and travelling really fast. What sort of things might get caught in his beard? Things from houses, things in the sky, things found on roofs, things to do with the weather …

Why not write an additional pair of lines for the poem?

Things To Find in Santa’s Beard

A thousand crumbs from left mince pies

A thousand crushed and flattened flies

Soot from a thousand chimney pots

Dribbled sherry from a thousand stops