HERE COMES SANTA IN HIS SLAY
ALL HIS PRRESENTS HE HAS TO GIVE AWAY
BIG TOYS LITTLE TOYS ALL TO GIVE AWAY
UP UP IN THE SKY, HIS SLAY AND RAINDEERS GLIDE

OVER LAND FAR ,FAR AWAY TO GIVE HIS LOVELY TOYS AWAY
IN THE DARKNESS OF THE MOON LITE NIGHT
SANTA IS SEEN FLYING ABOUT CART WHEELS IN THE SKY HE DOES
BUT NO PRESENTS FLY OUT, ALL IN HIS SLAY THEY ARE TIED SO NONE FLY AWAY INTO THE NIGHT
DOWN CHIMMIES HE GLIDES LIKE A BIG KID ON A SLIDE

INTO LIVING ROOMS HE GLIDES SNEAKING A BRANDY OR TWO FROM THOSE WHO LIVE INSIDE AND THOSE SPECIAL MINCE PIES BAKED JUST FOR HIM BECAUSE HES NOT THAT THIN
WITH A HARTY BURP AND A SMILE AND MINCE PIE IN HAND HE SIPS HIS BRANDY AND SMILES LEAVING CRUMS OF MINCEMEAT PIE ON HIS CHIN
HAPPY IS HE WITH A HOE, HOE NOTHING BOTHERS HIM

OUT THE FRONT DOOR HE GOES TO OLD NOW HIS HE TO CLIMB THE CHIMNEY
HE SHOUTS TO HIS RAINDEERS AND CLIMBS ABOARD HIS TRUSTY SLAY ONWARD HE GOES TO GIVE HIS PRESENTS AWAY