Oh, how I wish Santa was a real man!
And that he had great workshops filled with elves,
Singing as they build toys and stock their shelves,
Happy dwellers of that frozen north land!
His flying reindeer would be such a sight!
They’d wait for the elves to fill up the sleigh,
Preparing to carry it all away,
To fly across the world on Christmas night.
Then every child would wake up to see
An assortment of toys, goodies, and treats
Wrapped in Christmas paper, shiny and neat,
Stacked lovingly beneath their Christmas tree.
Oh, how I wish all of this could be real!
If so, mom and dad wouldn’t cry at night
That they don’t have enough to “do things right”,
To buy us toys, and still afford a meal.
If only Santa could really exist,
Then there’d be no sadness on Christmas!
