Santa's Lot
From the far off distant land
Where the midnight sun is found
Lives a man we all adore
We welcome with an open door
Santa Claus is who I mean
The idol of all children’s dream
He settles in, to pack his sleigh
Before he sets out on his way
Phones and lap tops by the score
Been requested by more and more
On and on the list still comes
Some even wants kettle drums
The packing’s done, at nights approach
Wrapped up like a prince’s coach
The reindeer waiting in the wings
Ready to start when Santa sings
Ho Ho Ho, the merry song
Ready now to start along
The reindeer leap into their flight
To get there in the dead of night
Chimneys entered through the night
Should see Santa, quite a sight
Covered now from head to foot
With a coating of black soot
Children waking in the morn
Feeling great that they were born
Opening presents, to see and show
And Santa’s back in the land of snow.