new years is gone and I'm still thinking about the things we said
when your sleigh was on my roof and you were in my bed
you said I'd been a good boy and you sat me on your lap
you asked me if I'd like to take a long winter's nap

santa, I guess I got swept off my feet
your hands were frozen but your beard was sticky sweet
you left me milk and cookies on the table in the den
now I'm waiting for December to bring you back again

"naughty little scorpio" you called me with a kiss
you put back on your mittens and you crossed me off your list
I helped you with your big black boots and heard you say goodbye
now I lay awake again and you're the reason why

santa, I guess I got swept off my feet
your hands were frozen but your beard was sticky sweet
I see you only once a year with so long in between
so I deck my halls up just in case and keep my chimney clean

Shiny plastic reindeer on the fourth of july
and every day the H.O.A. demands that I comply
I made a model of my house in gingerbread today
with a tiny chocolate santa claus who never flies away

Santa, I guess I got swept off my feet
your hands were frozen but your beard was sticky sweet
I wrote you a letter and I wonder if an elf
screens your mail or do you really read it all yourself?

santa, I guess I got swept off my feet
your hands were frozen but your beard was sticky sweet
you left me milk and cookies on the table in the den
now I'm waiting for December to bring you back again