In Santa's shop the gifts are made The wood is cut the elves are paid The toys are wrapped the time is near So Santa sits and pours a beer
He and his elves have worked so hard The toys are in the shipping yard Where Rudolph with his nose so bright Will guide him through the snowy night
To towns and cities near and far To villages without a bar So Santa sat before he flew And had a glass of Christmas brew
He isn't really Santa, no You'd never hear him Ho, Ho, Ho He's just a Dad inside his shop Just finished with his current crop
Of toys and wonders made by hand For little ones that form his clan And bigger ones that he holds dear So Santa sips his Christmas cheer
He contemplates the coming day The wrappings instant disarray The cries of wonder (and dismay) And thinks all shall be right
His labors he thinks shall bring joy To his one girl and his one boy To his one wife ('tis only right) He holds his glass up to the light
He isn't really Santa, no You'd never hear him Ho, Ho, Ho But all is calm and all is bright
Merry Christmas to all
And to all a good night
Tom Watson - WoodDorker tjwatson1ATcomcastDOTnet (email)