Well it’s that time of year again,
When I head South from the Pole,
Where I’ve spent all of last year,
In a place that is so cold.

Now all you who live in the North,
Might think that the cold is norm,
But let me tell you that I first must go,
To Down Under where it’s warm.

For it’s the middle of their summer,
And the temperature does soar,
The further that I travel South,
It gets hotter more and more.

So I think it’s time to change my look,
For there’s none that do see me,
Stop my sleigh and reindeer for a moment,
Beneath a eucalyptus tree.

Get rid of these big black boots,
And red suit that feels so wrong,
Change into a pair of board shorts,
And good old Aussie thongs.

I might no longer look like Santa,
But I can still be me,
And leave gifts for all the children,
Where in Australia they might be.

So that morning when they waken,
They will find that I have been,
But the way that I was dressed,
Is one thing they won’t have seen.

Now my trip to Oz is over,
And I turn around my sleigh,
Change back into my red suit,
Then I’m off along my way.

For people the world over,
Think I always wear red suits,
But when I go Down Under I wear board shorts,
And thongs instead of boots.

Now that I have told you,
I guess you will say “What?”
But let me tell you Christmas in Australia,
Is really so dammed hot.