When Santa came to face this year,
He would not mess about,
"I will not wear that Santa suit,
'Cos I am coming out.

He went into the workshop,
Where the elves were making clothes,
And said, "I want a Santa skirt,
And some matching hose."

"Make me a pretty jacket,
Now, elves, you must behave.
You must do just what I say,
While I go for a shave.

And taking up his razor,
He shaved off every hair.
And picking up a girdle,
He said, "That's what I'll wear.

The elves were duly summonsed,
And brought to him his suit.
And stood around in horror,
As he tried a high heeled boot.

He tried the skirt and jacket,
Put on the other boot.
And he really looked a treat,
With his new Santa suit.

"I'll call my nephew, Sydney,
The one who is TV.
And when he sees my outfit,
He will be proud of me."

"I'll fill my sleigh with goodies,
For all transgendered folk.
When they wake up at Christmas,
Oh, what a lovely joke."

Now, Sydney, known as Cindy,
Was a cross dressers dream,
And she came to help Santa,
With perfumes, lotions, cream.

And when she was all finished,
And the makeup was all on,
There was no trace of Santa,
Saint Nicholas was gone.

A pretty lady stood there,
Stood in Santa's place,
With pretty skirt and jacket,
And makeup on her face.

And so, the two cross dressers,
They loaded up the sleigh.
For they were in a hurry,
To be going on their way.
	
They filled the sleigh with goodies,
Like wigs and bras and breasts,
All things for folks transgendered,
Who were travelling on their quests.
	
Trying to be female,
In every kind of way.
But now no need to worry,
Help is on the way.
	
While Cindy did the driving,
Santa sat in back.
Smoothing down her skirt,
And clutching at the sack.

When Christmas eve was over,
And they had done their rounds,
Cindy was exhausted,
And Santa had lost pounds.

But in all the whole world over,
Transgendered people found,
That Santa'd been a' callin'
And never made a sound.

As well as wigs and clothing,
I'll bet you'd never guess,
Every single person,
Had been given SRS.

Merry Christmas from Janey.  1996.