From My Lips To Santa's Ears
To Santa, from frosted lips to your ears
Forgive my tree, stick with limbs held with gum
Understand I haven't written in years
Been married to my filled bottles of rum
I've forgotten all the names of your deer
And can't remember when I've seen your sled
They claim you live in the Northern Frontier
Some people say you may even be dead
In case you aren't, I have sent this letter
Hope you are alive and get it in time
So you can make my Christmas better
And I don't have a chimney to climb
The day is not far and your gifts I need
Present of bottled rum, thirst I concede
Present of bottled rum, thirst I concede
To drink with my neighbor in the moonlight
I stole her lawnmower, lies to mislead
And took all her tools to sell them outright
Forgive me Santa, as I have no yard
And sold all her stuff at the corner bar
Plead the fifth if you ask about her card
I wanted to buy a six string guitar
I've confessed, so put my name on your list
I'm a thief and liar, to you I write
And ask for presents, of which I insist
My gift of rum on your long Christmas flight
Fly Santa fly, with your brilliant red sleigh
To share all your presents on Christmas day
To share all your presents on Christmas day
Brings joy to children, new toys to have fun
Leave gifts beneath their trees, so they can play
Forget about all the things that I've done
The dreams of the youngest are the most pure
As they leave cookies and milk in candlelight
They believe in you, your presents for sure
Their Christmas morning is filled with delight
Leave my rum on the floor, next to the door
Have a drink if you want because it's free
A good cheer to all the deer you adore
And share your gifts with kids to bring them glee
So allow them to sleep without any fears
To Santa, from frosted lips to your ears
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