Santa Claus

In a workshop far away Toils a man to fill his sleigh In the window, there’s fresh snow And the winds swings to and fro He is working hard from dawn While creations that are spawn Pile up on the empty shelves Helping him are faithful elves He makes toys and cherished gifts And what his long list there depicts On the stove, the tea is brewing Savory pot roast that is stewing But this man must toil away Much to Mrs. Claus’ dismay Be he cannot take a break All the presents, he must make When he flies on Christmas Eve All the people will believe That he is the world’s greatest wizard And can handle any blizzard So to bring the children toys And bring joy to girls and boys