Santy's work is now done
All the presents are delivered
Good children will be happy
But sleigh hands are all blistered
He's been up and down chimneys
In and out of Christmas trees
Drunk so much he's ruined his kidneys
& stooped so low he's hurt his knees
But now he's back in the North pole
He can relax with the many mince pies
The reindeer are playing in the snow
& the Elves can't believe their eyes
The Huskies are playing, Guess who
Does he wear glasses or have a beard?
Suddenly we all pretend to have flu
It's Father Christmas! the one most revered
