You’re My Santa,
brand new bright star
from that Pole so high and far.

You’re my Santa
brand new bright star.

Did ya know that?
Old or young
or slim or fat,
you’re my Santa
Did ya know that?

You squeezed down that old
sooty chimney,
stuffed your soul
into my heart.

What twist of magic
brought you my way
part of the mystery
of the myth.

You’re my Santa, yes it’s true
jumpin’ jolly all year through.

Bright and soft, the sweetest snow-flake
even when some elves like me
drive you crazy, you amaze me.

You don’t take hairies or
turn lazy; never threaten
to go on strike.

You just smile and
greet the next day,
face the countdown
keep your focus.
You amaze me.

You’re my Santa
brand new bright star
from that Pole so high and far
warmest flame upon
my woodstack.
Your milk and cookies
I’ll set out.

Have have a nibble
so the kiddies never doubt.

On your busy Xmas Evening
I’ll tuck your favourite old-time movie
underneath our Xmas tree.

I’ll hear your ho-ho’s
when you come close,
and know the ones
meant just for me.

What makes you Santa?
What matters most?
Makes you shine, with rosy blush?
Marks your place with heavenly hosts?

Faces of young ones
you teach love to.
Faces of young ones
you teach love to.

You’re my Santa
brand new bright star.

12/15/2001