On Christmas Eve every year,
Santa and his elves make presents to deliver,
On every evening on Xmas eve,
Santa jumps down the chimneys,
He creeps into your room and fills up,
Fills up your stocking-up to the top,
Then he slips back round to your living room,
And surrounds the tree with cards and gifts,
He finds the mince pies and glass of milk,
And the carrot for Rudolf and the reindeer,
After that off he goes,
Out into the darkness,
Has anyone seen his workshop,
Nobody knows…