Saint Nicholas

Papa Noel, Father Christmas, Santa Claus

Whatever you call him, the choice is yours

The furry white beard, the ample frame

Wherever you are he’s still the same

With his reindeer and his sleigh

Delivering presents come what may

To good children, never bad

And this is what makes me rather sad

For even naughty children should still receive

A little gift the day after Christmas Eve

After all, they’re only kids

And how could anybody possibly forbid

That just isn’t nice believe you me

To find no pressie under the Christmas tree

It once happened to me when I was young

No present found no song was sung

And did it affect me as I grew up?

Of course it did so shut up!