Santa will come in the morning
I know he'll expect something good
His tummy will probably be growling
From all of the work that he did
Won't Santa be shocked when he see's me
In a dress made of velvet and fur?
With black nylon stockings and garters
His vision will probably blur


I'll take him some cookies and cocoa
I'll sit on his lap in the dark
I'll model the stockings I've filled for him
And I'm sure that his engine will start
His cheeks will get red as a cherry
His belly will shake when he laughs
And I know he'll be pleased when he see's
His Christmas present is me


The lights on the tree will be glowing
The music will float down the stairs
As I lead him upstairs to the bedroom
I don't think he'll struggle or care
All year he works hard for a living
To keep me in candy and toys
And since the joy of Christmas is giving
Its my turn to let him enjoy