Santa Claus

Every year on Christmas Eve, Santa's busy as can Be. Putting gifts for everybody underneath the Christmas tree. In and out without a peep, In the night while we're asleep. There is no one who can catch him, Even spies can't sneak a peek. There's so many of us, but just one Santa Claus. To fly his sleigh and bring us Toys. There's so many of us, but just one Santa Claus. And he remembers all the good girls and Boys. If it's more than he can stand, I'd be Glad to lend a hand. If I only had his number, I would be His right-hand man. And when all his work is through, here is What I'm gonna do. I will ask if when I'm older could I Be a Santa too. There's so many of us, but just one Santa Claus. To fly his sleigh and bring us toys. There's so many of us, but just one Santa Claus. And he remembers all the good girls and Boys. La-la, La. There's so many of us, but just one Santa Claus. And he remembers all the good girls and Boys. Maybe on this Christmas Eve, Dear old Santa will receive every gift that he's Been wishing for waiting underneath his tree. Right there there underneath his tree. Right there underneath his tree. Right underneath underneath tree. Right there Underneath his tree.