| LYRICS Dear Mister Santa my one wish this year is to get to stay up until you are here. When you are on your way I'm sent off to bed, But, this year I refuse to rest my head Until I meet 'cha Mister Santa and shake your hand And tell you that the job you're doing is just grand! I'll help you put out all the presents, then send you on your way, So you'll be home in time for Christmas Day. My folks have said I've been really good, But to answer my wish they don't think you could. They say you will not come If I'm not in bed, But, this year I refuse to rest my head Until I meet 'cha Mister Santa and shake your hand And tell you that the job you're doing is just grand! I'll help you put out all the presents, then send you on your way, So you'll be home in time for Christmas Day. |
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Written By Joan Sowards Singer: N/A Pianist: N/A Recording Engineer: N/A Year: |
Topics: Holiday Season, Santa Clause, Chris Kringle, morning