We all hung up our stockings,
and we left you a nice snack.
By now, I guess, dear Santa,
you have filled your heavy pack.

Be careful, please, dear Santa,
on the rooftops where you go.
They're slanty and they're slippery
with a crust of ice and snow.

I guess I should be tired,
but I cannot fall asleep.
Tonight I'll count some reindeer
instead of counting sheep.

I think you are the nicest man
to do the things you do.
Merry Christmas, Santa dear,
and a happy New Year, too!