Which Was So Small

Could it come to life if you enable? A certain thing that is under your table Who is Santa Claus in the making And when he appears will be breath-taking There he is with his eight reindeer Who just happened to land over here On my roof top with such a clatter I think he's becoming fatter and fatter Must be something in what he does eat Sweet like pretty wife we'd like to meet Of all, she sure is greatest cook For no one else could they be mistook In an instant, it was them I could tell Sounded so happy like a ringing bell Both had been jolly as can be When I saw them it was plain to see After Christmas I had hit the sack Thanked God for bringing Santa back And was told that greatest gift of all Is a wedding ring which is always small