Here comes Santa in his sleigh,
Those silver bells they sound so gay.
His shiny sleigh is heaped with toys,
To give to all good girls and boys.
With dolls and gollywogs and clockwork trains,
Plastic soldiers and little model planes.
Going to fill your stocking so long as you’ve been good,
And I’m sure that you have, because you know you should.
Cheerful face is wreathed in smiles,
You can see him coming for miles and miles,
As he passes by he’ll catch your ear,
With ‘Merry Christmas Judge and a Happy New Year’.
Turkey and sausages and Christmas pud’
Have another helping John – Oh I don’t think I could.
Christmas parcels under the tree.
None for you and six for me.