• The lights are hung up
    Snow is on the Ground
    the Jingling of Bells
    Santa's Around

    I Hear on the roof,
    Tiny deer feet
    And down the chimney he slides
    So Clean and so neat

    He eats up the cookies
    and leaves not a crumb
    And puts down his presents
    For holday fun

    And back up the Chimney
    He slides in a flash
    I'm thankful for gifts
    But I'd rather have cash!